Isa Halle

third time‘s a charm?

[unicvnthlle]

Isabella halle she/her 8teen dr/jam

888, man&woman lover, glittery, jack abbot’s guilty pleasure, 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐎𝐄, fresher than u, clark kent’s kitty, everybody’s oomf, ancient deity, whore of the seven kingdoms

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[chellestrash]

Birthday Girl

Mikey Berzatto x Female Reader 

Summary: You show up at The Beef on your birthday, a bit earlier than Mikey was expecting you. But that’s alright, you’ll still get your birthday gift, dont you worry.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral sex, unprotected sex, public sex, creampie, teasing, praises, pet names

Word count: 4.1k

A/N: Hi hellooo! So, this is a late birthday gift for my sweet @chelseasdagger because I know how hard she fell for Mikey, especially with how he looks in season 2? The beard?! I mean we all love it right? Thank you @suitsofwo3 for proofreading this mess and I hope those of you who choose to read it will enjoy it. This is my first time writing for Mikey so I hope I did him justice but if I didn’t…dont tell me, thank you. 

@chelseasdagger Pea I hope you’ll like this, this is all written with you in mind, and I know we talked about a lot of different ideas for birthday fics over the year and this is I guess a bit different but I hope its still okay. I love you, happy birthday!

You straighten up the dress one last time and clear your throat, mentally preparing yourself for the chaos that’s about to ensue the moment you step through the door of the Berzatto restaurant. You loved The Beef, of course you did. You enjoyed most of the time you chose to spend helping around the sandwich shop, but you also knew how overwhelming it could get.

Pushing the designated staff door on the back of the building, you step inside.

“CORNER!”

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[heavenlybarnesss]

Dbf!Frank Castle who’s got a large and tender hand on the back of your head - palm gentle while his thick fingers thread through your hair, silently guiding your rhythm.

“That’s ittt, baby. Be a good girl and take my balls in your mouth,” he says. You pull off with a pop and get lower while you steadily pump his length, tucking your head right below his dick. You take one of them into your mouth, sucking and licking. You take the other and do the same. He shudders above you, and his abs tense at the sensation. He loves how little your manicured hand looks wrapped around him tight, wet as you spread your spit over him. “S-shit, yeah. Jus’ like that. Mm, my nasty girl,” he growls. “Where’d you learn to suck cock like this, honey?” You drop his sack out of your mouth to answer.

“Porn…mostly,” you say, lips ghosting against him. His brows pull together and his eyes sharpen defensively.

“‘Mostly???’” he repeats irritably. “The fuck you mean, ‘mostly’?” You smile up at him, a mischievous sparkle in your eye. His brows jump up, and his eyes narrow. But then he smirks, almost likes he’s entertained. You’re fucking with him. His girl’s fucking with him. “Oh you wanna be naughty? You wanna be a fuckin’ brat, baby? Get back up here,” he orders. He tangles his hand in your hair again and guides you back into his cock. He adds pressure when he pushes your head down, burying his dick in your sweet mouth as he bucks his hips up, gagging you. “Yeah, not so funny now, huh? Not with daddy fuckin’ your throat like this?”

A single tear slides down your cheek as you try to open your throat as much as you can, taking the ‘punishment’ he’s giving you. In fact, the ‘punishment’ is only spurring you on. Your other hand slides down your smooth tummy, and into your baby blue thong to rub steady circles on your clit. Your eyes flutter closed and you hollow your rosy cheeks to take all of him. Spit is rolling down your chain, and there’s clusters of teardrops clinging to your long, pretty lashes. And it’s your ‘punishment’ that makes Frankie shoot his load between those glossed, now slobbery lips. His head falls back and a low, guttural groan slips from his parted, plush lips.

His eyes screw shut in ecstasy as he pushes your head down - his dark, coarse pubes tickle against your nose.

“F-fuck,” he whimpers as you help him ride out his high - until it’s too much and he pulls you off of him. You swallow and lick your lips, batting your eyes sweetly at him. After a few moments he opens his eyes and sits up a little to look down at you. He smiles, chuckling at the beautiful mess you are right now. Your hair is a mess. Some of it’s in your eyes and some of it is stuck against your sticky lips. Your eyes are glossy and your cheeks and chest are a flush pink. “Jesus Christ, you’re a fuckin’ minx, you know that? C’mere. Give your old man a kiss, you little troublemaker.”

[clinquantribbons]

“well, i heard that the boy didn’t fall off that tower,” sandor, sated and feeling more indulgent than usual, hums, wordlessly encouraging you and your affinity for gossip. you like to talk, and he likes you, thus he’s keen enough to stomach it. “they’re saying he was pushed.”

“oh, is that what they’re saying?” he tugs lightly at your hair, his nose bumping yours as you’re made to look up at him, sprawled across his chest like a lazy house cat. he’s missed you, though he won’t admit it. gods forbid your ego gets any bigger. still, his recent trip to winterfell was as long as it was tiring, and knowing that you were here, in king’s landing, waiting ever so patiently for his return, had him squirming all the while.

you must’ve been terribly lonely. and bored, without cersei around to command you, or your hound to keep you company. it’s a miracle you didn’t set the red keep ablaze in their stead, if only for some means of entertainment.

“well?” you demand, brows pinching in that petulant way they do. he finds it endearing, as he does most things about you — you’ve ruined him. “you were there, surely you know how it went,”

“i don’t care how it went,” he scoffs, to which you scowl. perhaps he’s being callous, it’s true, but the last thing he wants to think about now is the stark boy. not when he, finally, has his lover in his arms, after so long. “the mother herself could’ve flung him from that tower, and it’d make no difference to me. and you,” he kisses you roughly on the soft skin of your cheek, as if to soothe the sting of his scold. “oughta mind the business that minds you.”

you like to toe the line, nosing about where you shouldn’t, taking risks too great for your station. he dreads the day it’ll inevitably come back to bite you. this relationship in itself is proof of your carelessness. you devote yourself to him, scorning any chance you had at a half-decent future. and he lets you, because he’s selfish like that. but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t consider the consequences. there’s a possibility you will both burn for your indulgences in the end.

you pout but you don’t take his attitude to heart. instead, you nose at his cheek, the gnarled, waxy skin that would revolt most. but not you, the foolish creature you are. yes, he adores you. he’ll have the time to regret it whilst he rots in hell for it—but, for now, he chooses to enjoy it.

“i missed you,” you tell him, so easily, like the truth doesn’t cost you a damned thing. how freeing that must feel, he muses.

“mm, i’m sure you did.” you pinch him for that, and he smiles, despite himself. the sun’s rising now, and reality dawns with it. soon, he’ll don his armor and return to his post, trailing after that beastly little prince, longing to crawl back to you. and you’ll be busied with the queen, and whatever it is she has you do all day long. if he’s lucky, your paths will cross at some point.

“you gonna behave yourself today?” he prompts, prodding you lightly in the ribs, remembering how you rolled your eyes at joffrey last night and nearly got yourself beheaded.

to be fair, he was being a right little cunt. sandor can hardly hold your impertinence against you. he, too, fantasizes about crushing him like a bug underfoot. he imagined that you would probably cheer him on.

you lean back, huffing in faux-offense. “when do i not?”

he chortles at that, wrapping his thick arm around your neck, yanking you back into his embrace. “fuckin’ brat.” that, you are, but you’re his fuckin’ brat, and he wouldn’t have you any other way.

[1nsignia]

boobs or ass? 18+ mdni, multi hc

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BRUCE WAYNE — boobs

SUCH a boobs man i’ll literally fight to the ends of the earth to prove you wrong. 

bruce is sooo old fashioned that whenever you’re wearing a push up dress for a gala, his gaze would shamelessly lower to your boobs with his hands practically itching to cup and fondle them. to his defense, they were staring at him first

like i swearrrrrr his hands would be where your ribs were so he can press his thumbs on the lower part of your boobs

im also a firm believer that whenever this man would fuck you via doggy, the first thing his hands would be grabbing onto would be your boobs. his large hands would be groping them and pushing your body back on his over and over by your boobs, his thrusts rougher and burying his cock deeper in you

it would do nothing but make you gape your lips more and arch your back more into his cock with a moan. bruce let out a groan from your pussy walls clenching more as a response to his hands, his blue eyes darkened with desire and pinned on how his hips snapped at your ass repeatedly 

bruce’s lips would trail kisses on your neck until he reached the back of your ear, lightly biting it before whispering filthy things in your ear 

“fuck, look at my girls go” yes, he was talking about your boobs. “so warm—" thrust. “and soft--" thrust. “all for me”

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DICK GRAYSON — both

dick grayson is a greedy man, he wants anything that he could grab

and YES, his hands would grip on your ass and push your pussy more to his length while you’re riding him, burying his face in your cleavage and letting out muffled moans absorbed by your skin from how good you were taking him

“attagirl” dick panted on your chest, his lips glistening with saliva and smeared all over your skin. “just like that— fuuuck, make this dick yours” 

you couldn’t say anything. all you could do was mindlessly moan with your head knocked back and lips fully parted, your head dizzy from how his cock was hitting all the right angles in you and how big he was in you

you arched your back and buried his face even more to your chest, making dick moan and push another deep thrust in you. the depth made your hips jerk a bit, but his grip on your ass made sure you stayed on his lap as he slowly took over your boobs were bouncing in dick’s face from how fast and deep he was dragging you in and out of his twitching cock.

 “cmon gorgeous” dick murmured, licking a clean stripe on your cleavage before moaning from your pussy clamping around him. “let me see you make a mess f' me”

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JASON TODD — ass

now dont get me wrong, jason todd loves every part and curve of your body. but if he had to choose, it would be your ass a million percent— bonus point for thighs too

honestly, he loves when there is something for him to grab on. yes, his hands would slither down your ass whenever you were sitting on his lap and talking to him about your day. yes, his hands would just rest between your thighs when sleeping

and yes, he would bend you anywhere just to see that back of yours arch and press your ass to his hips

a moan of jason’s name left your lips when you felt his cock give you another slow yet deep thrust, your walls fluttering from his size and arching your back to press your ass more for his length

when i meant he would bend you anywhere, i meant anywhere— including the kitchen counter

he would purposely send slow yet deep thrusts just to admire your ass, mesmerized by the way it kept making contact with his hips. it was enough for him to let out sounds of his own

“that’s it, sweetheart” jason grunted with another roll of his hips to send to your pussy, gripping your thighs to keep them spread and pinning his eyes on your ass. “just keep that ass up for me”

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TIM DRAKE — boobs

timothy jackson wayne-drake is a boobs man, no argument needed 

i mean, let’s be for real. it’s no stranger that tim was a workaholic and was often stressed from juggling his two secret lives as tim drake and red robin

but all it took to relieve himself off that stress was to have you sit on his lap and fondle your boob with one hand like a stress toy while the other was mindlessly clicking his mouse 

“tim” you whined to get his attention, making him hum back a response without looking away from the monitor and still fondling your boob.  the fact that he’s not paying attention to you made the heat between your legs unbearable

so unbearable you would start to slowly grind your clothed cunt on his thigh, biting your bottom lip to conceal your sounds as your eyes stayed focused on tim— blue eyes concentrated on the monitors, blue light reflecting the features of his face and lips pressed into a thin line from how focused he was

“tim please” you panted before a small moan left your lips, arching your back to press your boob more into his hand and trying everything you can to satisfy the aching heat in your core. “need you so bad”

you realized you finally caught his attention when his hand squeezed your boob a bit more, making you let out a whimper and place a hand on his cheek, wanting him to look at you and do something about your urge

“i know, love. i know” tim murmured softly, clicking another piece of evidence with his mouse and circling your nipple with his thumb. “im almost done with work. slide a finger in for me in the meantime, yeah?”

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CLARK KENT — ass

guys, he’s a farmer’s boy. what else did you expect?

everytime you walked away from him to get or do something, clark’s eyes would always and i mean always trail down to your ass and how it swayed with your walk. and everytime, he would immediately fluster under his glasses and look away, pushing his glasses up as a nervous habit

but when you two were in bed and you were sitting on his face, the last thing this man would be was nervous

“more” clark blabbered on your cunt, gripping and squeezing your ass with your large hands as his mouth. only to bury your cunt more into his mouth and suffocate his face in the best way possible. “moremoremoremore—“

clark could be asking more for two things. more for your delicious pussy that he could never get over or more for his hands to continue fondling and squeezing your ass— knowing him, its both

you moaned from his nose now nudging your clit, tightening your grip on his hair and arching your back more on his mouth. “c-clark… oh my god”

your ass was spread more by clark’s hands that refused to let go and the angle his tongue reached in you made a loud moan of his name leave your lips, now grinding your clit on his nose for more

poor man couldn’t get enough that his hands on your ass kept pushing your soaked pussy more into his mouth, so much so that you thought he was gonna suffocate between your thighs

“taste so good, honey” this man was so pussy drunk it was pathetic. “wanna stay here forever”

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SUPERBOY PRIME — boobs

clark kent may be superboy but he was still a #loser at heart, which was why he almost never let go of your boobs when he could. 

when clark came back home after his shift at the comic store? he let out a tired sigh and immediately walked towards you, already lifting your shirt up and murmuring about his tired day with his face shoved in your boobs

when he would hug you from behind? his hands would slide under your shirt and trail up to cup your boobs. and he’d let out a small whine whenever you’d take his hands off

it’s safe to say that clark kent was obsessed with your boobs. so much so that when your legs were around his waist and his cock was disappearing in and out of you, his hands were groping your boobs. gripping them and playing with your nipples between his fingers as your soft sounds were entering his ears like a melody “you’re so hot, babe” clark moaned with another thrust to keep up with his pace and depth. “feelin’ amazing, in and out” he gave your boobs another squeeze to make his point

the sounds were quick ‘clap!clap!clap!’ sounds repeating over and over and over in the room

his touch, his words, it was sending you into a frenzy. all you could do was moan and pant endlessly, arching your back and pressing your boobs more into his hands with a whine of his name leaving your lips, throwing your head back into the pillows with a pornographic expression on your pretty face

the new angle made him whimper out “shitshitshitshiiiit” and thrust his cock deeper in your pussy, feeling your pussy suck him in more and his cock already twitching. “im gonna cum already, baby”

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ROY HARPER — ass

abosutely LOVES your ass its almost unhealthy

roy tries to keep his hands to himself whenever lian is in the same room as him (because he doesn’t play about his babygirl). 

but when he looks over her shoulder during their pretend tea time and sees you bending down while rummaging through a cabinet… don’t get me started on that

his eyes would go to your ass and he quietly bites his bottom lip to hold back a grin and those dirty thoughts of his— before lian would make him snap out of it by reminding him to finish his ‘tea’, innocently oblivious from how distracted her dad was

but the minute lian left for a sleepover, the first thing roy made sure to do was to drag you in the bedroom and have you do reverse cowgirl

“uh huh, just like that” he panted, hands gripping on your waist t and watching your ass bouncing back and forth on his cock. a groan slipped out of his lips. “fuuuck, i love this ass. could stare at her all day”

the drag roy’s cock was giving you felt so good it was making you arch your back and moan for more, the wet sounds so filthy and loud it made you thank god lian wasn’t home

“royyy” you whined, feeling the pace of your hips falter despite your orgam just starting to build up in you. “c-cant… need you to t-take over” you didn’t have to ask him twice. immediately, roy’s hands on your waist took over by dragging your warm walls more onto his length. you felt so warm that he couldn’t help but move his hips back on your ass and knock his head back onto the headboard with a moan

“attagirl” he let out a breathless chuckle from your sounds, lowering his head to admire the view one more time. “just sit there with that pretty ass and let roy do the work, yeah?”

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WALLY WEST — boobs

if there wasn’t a day where wally west didn’t show love to your boobs, i can assure you that is not him

he loved your boobs. the warmth, the softness, the size, everything. burying his face in your chest with a lopsided grin was wally’s favorite thing to do in the world; nothing sensual, just him absorbing your body warmth and keeping you close to him

can we say he loved them too much? .. maybe

“w-wally! fuck!” you moaned, knocking your head back and burying your hands more into his ginger locks. wally’s mouth was full with the swell of your boob, sucking it while using his super speed to flick your hard nipple with his tongue. his hand gave your other boob attention by fondling it

you can feel your boob practically drenched with his saliva, the sensation of his warm tongue going at such a fast pace driving you crazy. 

wally let out a muffled moan when you arched your back and pressed your boob more into his mouth, sliding another hand down to rub a slow circle on your clit with his thumb and hearing a breathless gasp leave you. 

“fuck, you’re soaked” he said on your boob. “and i didn’t even touch you properly.” the vibrations of his voice making your clit throb in anticipation. and of course, wally just had to grin from that

“wally…” you panted, bringing your head up to look down at him with pleading eyes. “please.. i need you...” “shh i know, beautiful” his fingers was tracing your entrance, feeling your folds pulse from how you need him in you. “let me finish giving my girls more attention and ill get back to her later”

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(@patientofarkhamasylum enjoy <3) okay why tf did this take me three days to write bruh.. bring back the olden days where i would have finished this in one go

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requested 18+ mdni, bruce wayne

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bruce wayne??? morning sex??? slow???? sign me the fuck up

imagine it right now— you two in bed, lying on your sides and facing each other. his large hand would hold your leg up to his hip, holding your chin up with the other so he could see your face as he fucks you

“that’s it sweetheart” bruce whispered, a smile on his lips as he drags his cock with another lazy yet deeeep thrust in you. “doin’ such a good job for me, hm?” his morning voice made your walls flutter around his cock  all you could do was dumbly nod despite your gaping lips, eyes not leaving his. the way his cock was lazily dragging in and out of you, the way his eyes examined every feature of your lewd expression, the way bruce wasn’t even trying and you were already on the verge of an orgasm

the thing with bruce was that his cock was so big that the size alone sufficed for the lack of speed— even though it was early in the morning. no matter how many times you took him, the sensation of his fat tip nudging deep in your cervix was a buzz in your body you’d never get over “bruce” you let out a breathless gasp from another thrust sent to you, feeling your orgasm already build up. “c-can’t hold it—" “dont” bruce murmured, already inches away from your lips. “let go for me, love” there, he claimed your lips in a slow yet possessive manner, trailing his hand from your chin down to your boob and fondling it before rolling his hips onto yours with another thrust

he swallowed your moans and whimpers, tugging your bottom lip and hearing your sounds grow more into his mouth as you came, his cock clamped by your pussy and your orgasm making his thrusts sound lewd and wet. 

and that didn’t stop bruce from whispering and cooing praises to you before making it his turn to orgasm, white cum painting your insides and filling up your sensitive cunt

yes, at seven in the morning

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HOUSE TRAINED

summary: Your approval means more to Benjamin Poindexter than anything Fisk could ever offer him. He’ll get on his knees and crawl back to you without hesitation if that’s what it takes to make you look at him the same way again, even if it means throwing away every ounce of pride.

pairings: benjamin “dex” poindexter x afab!reader

warnings: 11.8k words. mature themes. masturbation. cunnilingus. fingering. handjob. blowjob. throat fucking. murder mention. criminal organization. manipulation. power imbalance. unhealthy relationship dynamics. codependency. switch / versatile characters. degradation. praise kink. humiliation. orgasm control. dirty talk. face slapping. hair pulling. rough handling. read responsibly.

note: he’s pretty pathetic here, i think we all want to see that… reblogs and comments are very much appreciated!

You have spent years working right beside Wilson Fisk. He trusts you without hesitation because you earned that position through loyalty. Managing the organization for him requires being the bridge between Fisk and the people working beneath him. People who need access to him have to go through you first. You hear the desperation in their voices whenever they beg for an audience. Sometimes being that bridge gives you satisfaction since everyone knows he is the man in charge. Being someone he completely trusts gives you access to handle sensitive information and coordinate operations before those requests ever reach his ears. You make sure the plans reach the right people without mistakes, because if something falls apart, you are the first person expected to fix it. You earned your job through results rather than ruling by fear. Fear breeds cowards, but competence keeps the empire standing while Fisk values competence above other traits.

You have proven time after time that you can solve problems before they get messy. You rarely wait to be told about what needs doing because you already know his expectations. You understand his demands just by watching the way his jaw tightens. Anticipating his needs requires you to notice details other people overlook, and noticing those details means you catch subordinates when they stumble over basic instructions. Watching them fail means you routinely tie up loose ends before they become liabilities for the business. Leaving a messy trail guarantees an early grave, but you will never ever let that happen. You will burn the evidence away until there is no proof to trace back to him, yet some evidence can’t be burned or buried, so you make sure it never speaks again. Handling that dirty work yourself feels like something you must do because others inside the syndicate only rely on clumsy brute force or intimidation.

You view their loud displays of anger as a weakness rather than a threat. True power means knowing when a conversation has reached its end without needing to raise your voice. You handle the jobs yourself without hesitation, as having blood on your hands is something you refuse to deny. You refuse to lie about the monster you became to survive, since guilt stopped bothering you a long time ago. It no longer drives your decisions, so you never feel the need to remind people who you are. You see their shoulders stiffen the second you enter a room, and the sudden drop in their voices tells you what you need to know about their fear because power doesn’t need to be flashy. You prefer to keep your influence out of sight until the moment it matters, as bragging about authority only makes you a bigger target. You don’t have to shove it in their faces to get respect when the way they scramble to follow your instructions serves as proof enough.

Any hesitation disappears the second you look their way. People understand that ignoring your orders is the same as ignoring Fisk himself. They know the punishment for crossing you will be the same as crossing him. That fear makes them shut their mouths when they leave, and their silence ensures very few people outside know your real name. Keeping your identity a secret prevents people from understanding your influence over the city. They spend years trying to figure out the criminal empire. Reading their flawed reports proves they rarely realize how many pieces happened through your hand as they chase the wrong suspects while you orchestrate the operations from the dark. You prefer keeping out of the spotlight while other men take the attention. Letting them take the credit saves you from being targeted. You have no interest in fame or building a new empire of your own. Your work is for the stability of the organization.

The desire for power did not appeal to you as much as the desire for control alongside this life because it gives you a purpose. You firmly believe loyalty is proven through actions rather than empty promises. You have spent years proving where your loyalty belongs. That proven loyalty is exactly why overseeing the personnel takes up a large part of your time, and Fisk trusts your judgment enough to leave the daily management in your hands. He focuses on expanding his empire while you ensure every worker serves their purpose. Everyone beneath him has a specific job to do, and you make sure they never step out of line. You watch over the employees to ensure the operation runs smoothly, and you always review their backgrounds to understand their capabilities. You understand that loyalty can’t be demanded of everyone in exactly the same way, since some are motivated by fear, while others care about money or ambition.

One of your skills is remembering details about the people working for the business, and you treat them all as replaceable tools to maintain order. The syndicate survives because you figure out what drives someone before managing them, and that responsibility extends to Benjamin Poindexter. You know who he is from his history long before ever meeting him, and you memorize his reputation without forgetting the role he fills within the business. His records mention his accuracy just as often as they mention his psychiatric history, but neither detail changes your opinion of him. Knowing those details is part of your job because you refuse to oversee someone without knowing how they think. The reports reveal a pattern you use to keep the organization running efficiently since Benjamin performs best when someone gives him structure alongside direction. He seeks approval from authority figures and becomes unstable whenever that approval disappears.

You ignore his personal issues as long as he does exactly what he’s told. You adjust your approach by giving clear instructions and maintaining consistent expectations to ensure he becomes a reliable asset. Praise is never excessive while criticism is never emotional because you know inconsistency creates unnecessary problems. You never view your approach as manipulation since it’s simply effective management. He begins responding to your routine faster than you expect as he handles the messy jobs other people fail to finish without causing problems for the business. He starts completing assignments exactly as instructed while paying attention to the details you point out. He always waits for your opinion before considering a job finished, and you see it as proof your methods are working perfectly. You have never concerned yourself with building personal relationships inside the business, so you don’t see him as a friend.

You see no reason to treat him any differently than anyone else since you care only about his usefulness and view him as just a weapon for Fisk to use. Keeping a professional distance has always made your job easier, even when small acknowledgments gradually become enough to shape his behavior. A simple nod after a successful assignment keeps him in line, and you allow him to stand at your side during meetings. None of those gestures mean anything unusual to you because you offer them for a purpose. Benjamin begins attaching far more meaning to them than you ever intended. The people around you notice the difference before you do because Benjamin rarely questions your decisions. He follows your instructions without hesitation, and some coworkers assume Fisk placed him under the only person capable of controlling him. Others joke about Benjamin being your favorite operative, but you pay little attention to the comments.

You believe you found the most effective way to manage him without realizing you’re becoming the center of his need for approval. The desperate need for validation makes his failure today unacceptable because the plan was supposed to end with Karen Page dead. You had already removed every possible complication you could predict before handing the final part to the one person you believed could not fail. Karen had survived far too many situations she shouldn’t have survived, and you were tired of adjusting your plans because of her luck. This assignment wasn’t just another routine job for him to complete. This was Benjamin’s chance to fix his mistake with Foggy Nelson, where he almost got caught and exposed the entire operation. Completing this task was his way to prove you were right to keep defending him to Fisk. Karen Page being alive and breathing completely ruins that effort.

You hear the news of his failure before he can make an effort to tell you, so you make sure you are already waiting inside the safe house when he finally arrives. You hear the lock click before the door swings open to reveal him standing in the hallway. You don’t bother greeting him or asking if he took any damage during the fight. He steps inside the room, knowing immediately from your expression that you aren’t interested in hearing his excuses. Coming close doesn’t matter when the target walks away, and it will take a long time to get that chance to put them on the ground again. The job wasn’t finished, so whatever he has to say means absolutely nothing to you. You stare straight at him while he closes the door behind him and looks uncomfortable under your glare. You let him take a few short steps inside the room before you confront him about the outcome. You don’t raise your voice at him because you have never needed to yell to get your point across.

The anger is already obvious in the way you look at him. You cross your arms over your chest while waiting for him to speak first. He refuses to meet your eyes, so you decide to break the silence yourself. “Tell me exactly how Karen Page managed to walk away from you,” you demand in a calm tone while watching his reaction. Benjamin stops walking right in the middle of the room as he finally looks up at you. He opens his mouth to speak but quickly closes it again when he sees the disappointment on your face. You know he hates failing you more than he hates failing the actual mission itself. “She had help,” Benjamin replies while staring at a spot on the wall right next to your head. That excuse does nothing to improve your mood since you explicitly told him to anticipate interference. “I don’t care who helped her because you were supposed to eliminate anyone who got in your way,” you state plainly while watching his jaw clench.

You take a step closer to him so he is forced to actually look at you. “He was waiting for me,” Benjamin says while shifting his weight nervously under your gaze. He knows he messed up, and your lack of sympathy makes his failure even worse. “Daredevil showed up before I could take the shot,” he adds to explain the fight on the rooftop. You observe his expression as he talks about the interference. The more he talks, the less interested you become in the details because every sentence sounds like another excuse instead of accountability. You remember giving him the specific instruction to expect interference before the operation even began. You chose him over everyone else for this job because he was supposed to adapt to any obstacle. He was supposed to overcome the problem and finish the job anyway. All you hear is him trying to convince you that the outcome was unavoidable.

“She escaped while he kept me pinned down,” Benjamin continues to defend his failure. He speaks fast, as if an explanation will make you forgive him. A short laugh escapes you before you shake your head in disbelief. You throw his own words back in his face to make him hear how pathetic it sounds coming from someone with his reputation. “A blind man,” you say while looking into his eyes. “You lost your target because of a blind man,” you repeat to mock his excuse. His jaw clenches tight before he looks away from you. The thought that Benjamin Poindexter came back defeated because of a blind vigilante makes you feel insulted. “He isn’t just some regular guy,” Benjamin argues to defend his loss. You refuse to accept that excuse when you put your own standing on the line for him. You close the distance between you two until you are standing right in front of him so he has no room to step back.

Benjamin is the person you defended when no one else in the organization wanted to take the risk. You stood up for him after the Foggy Nelson disaster. You cleaned up the consequences to protect his place within the syndicate. You made yourself responsible for him to convince everyone his mistake wasn’t who he was. You gave him this chance to fix things, but he repays that effort by coming back empty-handed. “I defended you,” you remind him while holding his gaze. Benjamin’s throat bobs as he stares at you. “I know you did,” he mutters while keeping his hands tight at his sides. “I stood in that room to tell them they were wrong about you,” you say as you watch his expression fall. You risked your own position for him, and he makes your judgment look foolish in front of Fisk. You refuse to let him look away from you. “Do you have any idea what you just made me look like?” you ask while letting the anger show in your voice.

He opens his mouth to answer, but no sound comes out. He clenches his teeth together as he tries to figure out a better response. He realizes this is much worse than just missing a target. You stare at him while he struggles to find an excuse that matters, but he finds nothing because you both know he ruined the one chance you gave him. “I know I messed up, but I can still fix this,” he says to salvage whatever trust you still have in him. He keeps his hands at his sides as he tries to find a way to fix the situation. He takes a breath before speaking again, “Just give me another chance to go back there-” You uncross your arms to lift a hand, then you slap him across the face with all your strength before he can finish another excuse. You don’t strike him out of pure anger. You only do it to make him stop talking. The room becomes dead silent, and you watch his face turn to the side from the impact.

He stands there looking surprised because slapping him in the face was the last thing he expected you to do. You don’t give him a single second to recover when you grab his jaw with your hand. Your nails dig into his cheeks hard enough that he has no choice but to face you. You want him to see how angry you are right now since he has never seen this side of you before. You never raise your voice at him, which makes the situation feel much worse for him. “Look right at me when I’m talking to you,” you demand while pressing your thumb against his cheekbone. He doesn’t look away from you, and his pulse races under your palm. “You don’t get another chance until I decide you deserve one,” you state while your fingers dig deeper into his jaw. He needs to understand his place before he tries asking that you let his mistake slip. “That bitch should’ve been dead,” you tell him as you force his head up a little higher. You are tired of changing every plan just because Karen Page survives every attack.

She is a problem that should’ve been eliminated months ago, and this assignment was supposed to put a stop to her interference, yet Benjamin let her walk out of his sight. Your nails bite harder into his cheek to make him listen to every word. “I am so fucking tired of cleaning up after Karen Page,” you say without yelling. You wonder how a reporter manages to survive a highly trained killer. “Every time I think she’s finally gone, someone gives me another reason to deal with her,” you add as you glare at him. You observe his chest rise and fall rapidly as if he’s trying to calm himself. “Do you have any idea how much time I’ve wasted because of that bitch?” you ask while pulling his face a little closer. He just had to put a bullet in her to end the problem, but he failed you. You have to fix his mistake yourself today. You keep your hand tight around his jaw to bring up why you trusted him in the first place.

“Bullseye,” you say to him so he remembers his own title. Everyone knows him as the man who never misses. You expected him to live up to that reputation tonight instead of returning empty-handed. “Maybe I gave you too much credit,” you state as you watch his posture stiffen. Benjamin doesn’t pull away from your hand even though your nails hurt him. He says nothing to defend himself and just waits for you to finish talking. He knows interrupting you again will only make things worse, so he accepts the pain. “I know I failed,” Benjamin says while his breathing picks up. It sickens you to see a trained professional acting like a desperate child. You want him to realize apologies mean nothing when a job is left unfinished. “Send me back right now,” he begs for a chance to fix the mess he created. He looks at you like a stray dog begging for a scrap of approval. You refuse to reward his incompetence with an immediate yes.

“I won’t come back until she’s dead,” he insists in a rushed voice to prove he can still be useful. He assumes finishing the assignment late will erase the disrespect he brought to your name tonight. “I won’t make the same mistake twice,” he promises as he leans into your touch. You wonder if he hears how pathetic he sounds. Empty words do nothing to rebuild the reputation you risked for his sake. “Just give me the order and I-” he starts to say before you cut him off. You squeeze his jaw much harder until his words stop right in the middle of the sentence. He winces from the pain, but he refuses to step back. You have zero interest in hearing another useless guarantee. “You still don’t get it,” you say while shaking your head at him. The problem goes far beyond a single surviving reporter. “This stopped being about Karen the second you walked back in here,” you tell him as you force his face closer.

He needs to understand failing a mission is bad, but making you look stupid is unforgivable. “You need to realize the true price of your mistake,” you state while watching him struggle to figure out the real issue. “Your incompetence makes me look like a fucking idiot for trusting you,” you tell him so he understands exactly what he ruined. You refuse to let anyone else think you made a mistake by keeping him around. “I put my own reputation on the line when I swore you were worth the risk,” you state while keeping your hand firm on his face. You convinced everyone he deserved another chance after his last disaster. You put your own judgment behind him so he could keep his place in the organization. “You knew I stood up for you, yet you still repay me with this pathetic failure,” you say as you observe his expression change. The harsh insults never seemed to bother him, but hearing how deeply he humiliated you finally gets a reaction.

He always focused on proving himself to Fisk without realizing you were the only shield keeping him alive inside the syndicate. “God, I was fucking stupid to believe you were better,” you spit out while glaring at him. Benjamin finally understands what you are really saying. “Please don’t regret choosing me,” he begs as his chest rises faster. The panic in his voice shows exactly how terrified he is of losing your protection. “I never meant to make you look like a fool in front of them,” he says to salvage your trust in him. His eyes search your face for any sign of forgiveness to keep you from turning your back on him. He stares at you like a dog waiting for its owner to fix the mess. “I’ll make it right. You’ll never have to defend me again,” he promises to convince you he can fix this. His hand lifts for a second, as if he wants to reach for your wrist. He stops himself before his fingers can even brush against you.

He knows better than to make another move without your permission. All he can do is stand there and let you hold his head in place. You refuse to let go of his jaw even when he looks at you with that desperate expression. “I have no reason to keep protecting you after tonight,” you state while pushing your thumb harder into his cheekbone. You have already spent way too much time cleaning up his mistakes. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t replace you right now,” you demand in a cold tone. You want him to realize how close he is to losing the only person who covers for him. “Tell me why I shouldn’t walk out that door and let you face the consequences alone,” you add to make the threat perfectly clear. He knows he will fall apart the second you stop telling him what to do. “Because right now I am struggling to remember why I ever gave a shit about you,” you tell him while watching him panic.

The thought of you walking away terrifies him more than the anger in your voice. He needs your orders to keep himself grounded, so losing you means losing his purpose. “You’re the only one who understands how to use me,” Benjamin answers while maintaining eye contact. You can hear the pure desperation behind his words. He sounds completely willing to do whatever it takes to stay under your control. “I’ll do exactly what you want without asking questions,” he swears to secure his spot at your side. He wants to prove his obedience right here so you don’t replace him with someone else. He doesn’t care about Fisk or the organization anymore because his only concern is your approval. “Tell me how to fix this, and I’ll do it,” he pleads while standing under your hand. He waits for your command because he refuses to let you abandon him over one failed assignment. “You think you’re the only guy we have?” you ask in a cold tone while digging your fingers into his face.

You wonder if he actually believes his title makes him immune to consequences. “I can find a replacement to clean up your mess by tomorrow,” you tell him so he understands how fast you can throw him away. Your hand drops from his jaw the second he lunges forward to grab both of your hips. He catches you before you can step backward because he hates hearing how disposable he is to you. His hands hurt your waist, but you don’t break eye contact as he refuses to let you walk away from him tonight. He acts desperate to keep you close by dropping his head forward to hide his face right against your neck. “N-no. You can’t replace me,” Benjamin argues as his fingers dig deeper into the fabric of your shirt. You feel his breath against your neck when he speaks into your shoulder. “Nobody else can do what I do,” he insists in a panicked voice while shaking his head against you.

His desperation makes you want to laugh right in his face. You expect a trained killer to have at least a shred of dignity. “There is only one Bullseye,” he adds as he tries to convince you he is the only weapon Fisk will ever need. Hearing him use his own nickname sounds more like a plea than a threat. “I won’t fuck it up next time,” he promises while holding you tighter against him. He needs you to believe he can fix this failure. “I’ll do whatever you want,” he begs in a rushed breath. You wonder how much pride he is willing to lose to earn your forgiveness. Listening to him beg proves exactly who holds the power between you two. “You need me,” he says to convince you not to abandon him. You realize how much you owe him when he acts this pathetic for your approval. You shove his chest backward with enough force to make him stumble away from you. He loses his balance for a second before you grab a handful of his hair.

You yank his head backward so he is forced to stare straight into your face. “Ah- fuck,” he grunts, but he lets you drag him without fighting back. You want him to realize he has no room to negotiate with you right now. “Whatever I want?” you ask as your fingers tighten in his hair to keep his head pulled back. He gulps nervously before nodding as much as your hand allows. You take his desperate promise to heart to see how far he is willing to go. “Then get on your fucking knees,” you command without hesitation. He drops to the floor without waiting because he fears making you angry. You let go of his hair so you can grab his jaw again once he is down there. You angle his face upward so he has to look up at you from his knees. “Look at me,” you order while digging your thumb into his cheek. He keeps his eyes glued to yours as his life depends on it. “Prove you can be useful,” you demand while looking down at him.

Benjamin leans forward to rub his cheek harder into your hand. He turns his face to kiss your palm before he opens his mouth to take your thumb inside. He sucks on your finger to show you exactly how desperate he is for your attention. He keeps both of his hands at his sides while using only his mouth to please you. You watch him act like a pathetic animal begging for scraps. “Tell me how,” he mumbles against your fingers. You pull your hand away from his mouth so you can take a slow step backward across the floor. “Show me you know how to follow,” you order while looking down at him. He refuses to let any empty space exist between you, so he follows you by crawling forward on his knees. You observe him drag his knees across the floor without ever trying to stand up. His eyes never leave your face as he follows you across the room and keeps his hands to himself. You don’t stop taking those steps until the back of your legs brushes against the edge of the living room sofa.

You sit down on the cushions, and you spread your knees apart to give him access. He keeps crawling until he places himself right between your legs. He wraps both of his arms around your thighs so you can’t shove him away from you again. You look down at him while he kneels on the floor directly beneath you as he holds your legs tight enough to make sure you can’t push him back. He buries his face directly into your stomach to hide his expression from you. He holds your thighs tight while his hands slide upward to grab the fabric of your waistband. He takes a deep breath against you before he finally lifts his head back up. He looks up at you with his chin resting against your belly as he waits for your permission. He stares at you with pure desperation in his eyes. “Let me make it up to you,” he whispers against your shirt. He refuses to let go of your clothes until you tell him what to do next.

You run your fingers through his hair very slowly to keep your voice gentle because hearing you speak to him that way destroys his pride. He pulls his face away from your stomach just enough to put a little distance between you two. His hands move down to the buckle of your belt before he undoes it. “I gave you this job because I wanted you to be the one to do it for me,” you tell him as you watch his shoulders drop under your touch. “It makes me so sad that I trusted you with this,” you add while running your thumb across his cheek. He flinches at the disappointment in your tone, but he leaves his hands on your waist. You offer him a sympathetic smile as you look down at his face. He doesn’t like feeling inadequate, and he has a desperate need to prove he is good for something. He tilts his head back to look up at you right as his fingers shake against the fabric of your pants. He pops the button open before pulling the zipper all the way down.

“You tried so hard, but you just couldn’t manage it, could you?” you ask while letting him undress you. “I really wanted to be proud of you tonight, Dex,” you murmur as you stroke his hair again. He looks completely devastated by your words, but he refuses to get up off the floor. You sigh quietly like you are exhausted from defending him. He grabs the waistband of your pants right as you let out that breath. He leans back to give himself room to work the clothing down your legs. He pushes the fabric down your hips and thighs while you monitor him from above. “I tell everyone that you are my best guy,” you state as you run your nails over his scalp. He pauses to take a shaky breath. “Now they are going to think I was stupid for believing in you,” you say while watching his hands shake. He clutches your pants tighter as he stares up at your face. He reaches down to pull the pants over your ankles before he throws them onto the floor.

He leans forward again to hide his face right against your thigh. He presses a desperate kiss just above your knee to find some comfort. “I’m sorry... please don’t sound so disappointed,” he begs into your leg. “Please don’t replace me,” he pleads while shaking his head against you. He kisses your leg again to show his devotion. “I’ll be good. I promise I’ll be good,” he tells you as he holds your thighs. “I’ll do anything you want,” he promises in a rushed breath. He lifts his head from your leg to look right up at your face. His hands drag up your legs until his fingers hook underneath the elastic band of your underwear. He stares up at you while waiting for an answer. “Let me take care of you... please,” he whispers as he keeps eye contact. He sounds so desperate to prove his worth right here on the floor. “I can still be useful. Tell me I can take these off,” he insists while tugging on the waistband. You don’t say a word back to him, so he realizes he has to ask better.

He clenches the elastic band of your underwear as he stares up at your face. He refuses to pull the fabric down until you give him explicit permission to uncover you completely. “I just want to make you feel better,” he says from between your legs. He waits for your order since he refuses to make another mistake today. “Can I? Please?” he asks while looking up at you like a dog. You swat his hands away from your waistband before his fingers can slide your panties down. You grab his wrists, and you shove his arms straight down to his sides. “Did I ever give you permission to do that?” you ask while he stares up at you. He realizes he crossed a line, so he forces both hands behind his back to prove he knows how to follow orders. You check his posture to make sure he does what he is told. “You haven’t earned the right to have me tonight,” you state as you look down at his pathetic expression. A heavy swallow escapes him, and he refuses to move his arms from behind his back.

You grab a handful of his hair to yank his head forward until his face presses against your crotch. His breath hitches from the closeness, and he leaves his hands right where you told him to put them. He takes a deep breath against the fabric of your panties while he waits for your next command. “You have to work a lot harder if you want these off,” you tell him while tightening your hand in his hair. He shakes against your thighs because having you this close drives him crazy. “Don’t move your fucking hands from behind your back,” you warn him to ensure he doesn’t try to touch you again. He rubs his nose right against your covered cunt to show you he understands. You look down at him while he waits against you for some kind of release. “You failed your assignment today, so you have to taste me through the fabric,” you declare to remind him about his mistake. “Lick right through the material,” you order while forcing his head down onto your crotch.

He lets out a needy whine, and he parts his lips to obey your command right away. “You only get to taste whatever soaks through because you were useless today,” you say as you watch his mouth open wider. “Make it wet enough, and I might forgive you,” you add to give him a reason to try harder. He presses his tongue against the fabric to follow your order without a second of hesitation. He licks right over the seam of your panties while he tries to balance himself without using his hands. You watch the material turn dark with his saliva as he tries to please you. He wants the real thing so much, and he accepts being denied since he knows he deserves the punishment. You feel the wet heat of his mouth seeping through the panties to soak your cunt. He drags his tongue up and down the seam time after time to drench the entire area for you. He refuses to bring his arms forward even when he wobbles on his knees.

He pauses to breathe before looking up at you from between your legs. “Mnn... is this good?” he asks while looking at your face. He dives right back down to lick the soaked material before you can even answer him. You feel his tongue working the wet fabric into your slit so he can taste you. “I’ll make it so wet for you,” he mumbles against your crotch before letting out a grunt. He stops licking to look up at you with desperate eyes. “Please let me taste the rest,” he begs while staring up at you. You hold your hand tight in his hair to remind him who is in charge right now. He leans back so he can look into your face while leaving his mouth very close to you. “Tell me I’m doing a good job,” he pleads to get some validation for his efforts. You refuse to give him any praise until the fabric is ruined with his spit. He takes your silence as a cue to work harder, so he pushes his face right back into your cunt. You let out a sigh as his tongue laps at the soaked material.

“Mmf- please tell me I’m good,” he whines into your crotch while rubbing his nose against you. The urge to use his fingers makes his arms twitch, but he forces his hands behind his back anyway. The punishment drives him crazy because he wants to touch your cunt. His mouth has to do all the work while he kneels on the floor between your legs. You see him shove his face into your center to get a better angle. His hot breath fans the damp fabric of your panties before he opens his mouth. “Fuck- just like that,” you groan while staring down at his head. “Ahhn- keep going,” you command as you tighten your hand in his hair. A wet sound fills the room when his tongue drags hard against the center seam to find the exact spot you need. The soaked fabric turns see-through under his mouth as he laps right over your clit. “Shit- right there,” you curse while your hips jerk upward. You feel the rough texture of the panties rub against your folds.

He parts his lips to close his mouth right over your clit through the material and sucks it. “Mnn- suck it harder,” you demand while tilting your hips forward. “God... fuck yes,” you sigh as his tongue flicks against you. The annoyance of not having the whole thing makes him too impatient to wait any longer after being denied for so long. Tasting you through a layer of fabric frustrates him because he craves the real thing. You feel him turn his head just enough to bite down on your panties. He hooks his teeth into the fabric and tries to yank your panties to the side so he can taste you without it. He drags the material far enough out of the way before releasing it from his teeth. His mouth dives forward the second his lips are free. A hot breath escapes him when he swipes his tongue against your slick folds. He laps you up with a sloppy sound while his nose nudges into your thigh. Tasting your cunt makes him groan right against your slit, and he devours you without using his hands because you told him to leave them behind his back.

Your juices coat his chin while he eats you out, and you feel his tongue working deep into your hole as he tries to make up for lost time. He wants to prove how useful he can be right here on the floor. “Did I say you could move those?” you ask while looking down at his head. You yank his hair backward to stop him from licking your cunt any further. A whine escapes him, but he lets you drag his head away from your center. Your juices shine right on his chin when he looks up at you with needy eyes. He pants through an open mouth as he waits for your next instruction. You hold his head tilted back to make him look at your face. “You’re so fucking impatient,” you taunt while watching his chest heave. He tries to lean forward again, but you pin him in place. “Fucking desperate,” you state as you observe him beg for another taste. The punishment of being so close yet so far from his reach drives him crazy.

A heavy breath escapes him while he stares up at your face, and his hands twitch behind his back as he fights the urge to grab your thighs. You let him suffer on his knees for a few more seconds before deciding what to do next. The desperation in his eyes proves how much he hates disappointing you today. He rubs his cheek against your thigh to ask for forgiveness without using his words. Refusing to give him an immediate answer makes him squirm under your gaze. You run your thumb across his cheekbone as he leans into the touch. You let go of his hair and point straight at the floor. He frowns at you because he hates being pushed away right when he got a taste. He wants to dive back into your cunt, but he waits for your next instruction. “Move backward on your knees,” you order as you glare down at him. You can see the annoyance in his expression over the distance.

“Why do I have to move?” he whines while staring at your wet slit. Looking so desperate makes him pathetic. He actually thinks he gets a say in this. “I was doing what you wanted,” he argues as he refuses to budge. You wonder if he really believes arguing will change your mind. “Did I ask for your opinion?” you ask while keeping your finger pointed down. His eyes widen when he realizes you might make him stop for good. “Four steps back right now,” you demand so he knows you mean it. Frustration makes him groan before he shuffles backward on his knees to put some distance between you two. You watch him move away before you lift your hips off the couch cushion. You slide your wet panties down your legs so you can step out of them. You grab the soaked material before tossing it onto the floor right in front of his knees. Pure instinct makes his hand shoot out from behind his back to snatch it up.

“I’m keeping these,” he grunts as he shoves the wet fabric into his pocket. He acts like a feral dog hoarding food because he refuses to let you take it away. “Don’t try to take them back,” he begs while guarding his pants. You roll your eyes at his behavior before deciding to give him a break instead of punishing the slip. “You can bring your other hand out from behind your back,” you state to give him full permission. He brings his arms forward to reach for you because he thinks he gets to feel your body after being denied for so long. He wants to grab your thighs, but you point straight at his pants before he can touch your legs. He drops his hands while he looks up at you in confusion. “You won’t let me touch you?” he whines as he stares up at your face. He stares at his empty hands like he expects you to change your mind. You can see how much he hates being denied after following your orders. “I just want to hold your legs,” he pleads while looking between your face and your thighs.

Begging only proves how desperate he is for physical contact. “Take it out and touch yourself,” you command as you point down at his pants. He swallows hard because he realizes you intend to keep denying him. You lean back against the couch cushions while you look down at his pathetic expression. “You haven’t earned the right to touch me,” you state to remind him of his place. He looks down at his jeans before looking right back at your wet cunt. “Just tell me I can taste you again,” he begs while his hands shake in front of his chest. You refuse to answer him until he does what you told him to do. He undoes his belt and unbuttons his pants to free his hard cock from his jeans. He pulls his dick straight out from his underwear without taking his clothes off. He wraps his fingers around himself to stroke his cock while he watches your face. “F-fuck- mmh,” he stutters as he pumps his fist up and down his shaft.

You nod in approval so he knows he can come back to his spot between your legs. “Come here,” you offer as you monitor him jerking off. He works his hand faster as he scrambles forward on his knees to reach you. He hurries back to his spot between your legs without stopping his hand. He buries his face back into your wet cunt so he can lick you out while stroking his own dick. He pumps his fist along his shaft as his tongue swipes right against your slick folds. He lets out a muffled groan against your slit when he tastes you again. He laps at your clit as he jerks himself off right in front of you. You watch him devour you while his hand moves fast over his cock. He uses his mouth on you without hesitation since his hands are too busy to touch your thighs. He dips his chin down a bit to align his mouth with your opening before he curls his tongue to push it just past your folds.

He slides it into your slick entrance before dragging it back out to thrust in again while a sloppy noise comes from his lips. He strokes his own cock with his fist while he breathes loud enough to hear over the sounds of his mouth. “Fuck- Dex-” you groan while tilting your hips closer to his face. He looks good on his knees. “Ahhn- right there,” you curse as his tongue works inside you. You watch him swallow saliva leaking past his mouth. He takes orders better than you expected. “Keep doing that,” you command while looking down at him. He needs leverage to hold his mouth in place, and his empty hand reaches out to grab your thigh for support. You smack the back of his hand the second your fingers brush your leg, but he brings his arm right back up. His fingers twitch toward your knee a few moments later because he wants to grab you. “Mnn- keep your hands down,” you warn while glaring at his messy face.

You slap his knuckles hard enough to leave a mark the moment he tries to sneak his palm toward your waist. A pathetic whine vibrates against your cunt every time you reject his touch, but he refuses to pull his mouth away even after you slap him. “F-fuck... yeah,” you sigh while he swallows down another whine. He pumps his fist up and down his shaft while his tongue laps at your opening. He attempts to slide his fingers over your calf one last time before you lift your foot and dig your heel right into his shoulder to push him back. “You don’t get to touch me,” you taunt as he whines against your slit. He takes the rough treatment without a fight because he refuses to stop tasting you. He presses his empty hand against the base of the couch to hold himself back. He pants through his nose to catch his breath between each push of his tongue. “Feels good,” you praise while watching him take the punishment.

You see his eyes dart up to follow your hip movements. You want him to beg for a touch later. “Shit- fuck yes,” you curse as his mouth laps at you. He looks up at you through his eyelashes to gauge your reaction, and the sight of his messy face makes you arch your back off the cushion. Arching your hips forces your clit to bump right against his nose while his tongue pushes at your entrance. “Nngh- take it,” you demand while your hips press forward. He exhales against your folds while his hand moves fast over his cock. You stop telling him what to do once the pleasure gets too much and your breath breaks into ragged sighs. You drop your head back against the couch cushions before lifting one hand to cover your eyes and hide your face while Benjamin watches you fall apart. “Nnngh... fuck,” you whine as you struggle to catch your breath. He lets go of his own shaft because he needs to use both hands.

He ignores your previous warnings to reach up from between his legs and wrap his fingers right around your bare thigh. He pushes your knee outward to open you up for his mouth while your free hand tries to swat his knuckles. You move too slow to stop him, and his other hand comes up fast to catch your wrist before you can slap him. He forces your arm straight down into the upholstery to hold you in place. He presses your arm against the cushion while his other hand holds your thigh tightly. He observes your face while you gasp for air. “Shh- let me just hold your leg,” he murmurs while staring right at you. You yank your arm against his grip, but he refuses to let go. “Y-you don’t get to do that-” you stutter as your hips twitch. “You don’t have to fight me,” he interrupts without raising his voice as he waits for you to stop struggling. “Mmn- let me take care of you,” he tells you before leaning forward.

He holds your arm down and brings his mouth back to your folds while his tongue moves slowly over your clit. A frustrated noise escapes you when he refuses to go faster, and your hips jerk forward to chase his mouth. He pulls his head back an inch to let his tongue graze your clit because he refuses to give you the pleasure you want. “Hah- nngh... faster,” you beg while twisting the wrist he presses against the couch. He ignores your begging and instead uses the distance to speak. “Don’t cover your eyes,” he instructs while squeezing your thigh harder. You press your hand against your face to hide your expression until he nudges his nose against your clit to force a reaction out of you. “Fuck you- ahhhnn,” you curse while moving your hand away from your eyes to glare down at him. “Look right at me,” he demands before diving his tongue back inside your hole. You stare down at his messy face while he drags his tongue over your clit over and over without speeding up.

He knows you need him to go faster, but he refuses to change his pace while your toes curl and you squirm against the cushion. “Hngh... Dex, please,” you beg while arching your back. He pushes his tongue inside you the second you ask for it. “I got you,” he promises while he laps at your entrance to make you beg for everything. You drop your free hand from your face down to his head to tangle your fingers in his hair. You shove his face hard against your folds to force his nose right into your slit. You thrust your hips up to grind your cunt against his mouth. “I never told you to touch me,” you spit out while glaring down at his messy face. You tighten your fingers in the strands at the base of his neck. “Y-you didn’t get my permission to put your hands on me- nghh,” you scold while you grind your hips against his nose. He ignores your complaints to let go of your thigh and move his hand higher up your leg. He finds your clit and rubs his thumb over it to shut you up.

You thrash against him, but he shoves your pinned arm harder into the couch to stop you from fighting back. He thrusts his tongue inside your hole while his thumb rubs over your clit. Your words cut off into a loud groan because his tongue and thumb move at the same time. You yank his hair to hold his face against your slit because you want him closer. “Hngh... f-fuck,” you stutter as your hips grind up to chase his mouth. He strokes your clit with his thumb right in time with the thrust of his tongue. He rubs you over and over to make your hips shake against the couch. Your breathing turns into short gasps while you ride his mouth. “Hah- ahhhnn... right there,” you beg while your back arches up. He pushes his tongue further inside your cunt to answer your demands. You lose the ability to scold him because you need his mouth too much. Your toes curl against the floor while you grind against his face.

“Don’t you fucking stop- nnngh,” you command while your nails dig into his scalp. He rubs his thumb over your clit to make you beg. You gasp for air because you need what he does to you. “I swear to God, Dex- mmph,” you curse while your hips jerk against his nose. Benjamin feels your hips jerk against his face before he leans back to take his mouth away from your slit. He moves his tongue just out of reach while you thrash against the sofa because you want the release bad enough to fight for it. “Wh-what the fuck are you doing? Nnh- don’t stop,” you complain while you tug his hair to force his head back down. He refuses to budge, but he presses his thumb over your clit. He looks up at your face while you stare back at him. “Tell me how much you like my mouth on you,” he demands while he watches your expression. He presses his thumb against you to make you speak.

“Tell me to make you cum,” he taunts while he drags his finger over your clit to pull another moan from your throat. You spit out a curse, but your chest heaves for air. “Fuck you... You don’t get to order me around- ahhn,” you stutter as your hips jerk up to chase him. Your cunt clenches with a need you can’t control while your legs shake on either side of his head. Your fingers twist into his hair before you stop fighting him because you crave his mouth way too much. “Fine... God, I like it,” you admit while you let out a ragged breath. Your fingers untangle from his hair when you give up. “Please Dex... mnnnh- make me cum,” you beg as you give him all your attention. He pushes his face right back into you the second you confess to sliding his tongue over your slit. You let out a loud gasp when he releases your pinned arm and his fingers dig into your thighs while he speeds up his pace. He moves his thumb faster until your breath hitches, and you lift your shoulders off the backrest to get closer to him.

Your hands leave his hair to grab his shoulders to drag his mouth straight against your folds. “Dex- Fuck- yes...” you gasp while you dig your nails into his skin. He grunts against your slit before dragging his tongue over your clit to make you cum. His mouth makes your head fall back before a loud moan escapes your throat. Your toes curl while your back arches off the sofa. You squeeze your thighs around his ears while you thrust your hips up into his face. Your hips jerk while you cum all over his tongue. He leaves his mouth against your slit to swallow every drop. He laps his tongue across your folds to clean you up, and he refuses to move away until your legs stop shaking. You drop your back onto the couch to catch your breath. “God... hahh... you’re a bastard,” you mumble while you let your eyes fall shut. Benjamin chuckles against you before he speaks up. “I always get what I want,” he states while he places a kiss right over your clit.

Benjamin pulls away from your thighs before he gets up from the floor. He places his feet on either side of your legs to tower over you. Both of you look down at his cock because he stopped jerking off to make you cum. His dick twitches in the open air while he catches his breath. You tilt your head back to look up at his face. A smirk forms on your lips when you look at his undone pants. “Looks like someone got left out,” you point out as you gesture toward his crotch. You lean forward to reach your hand out toward his waist. You wrap your fingers around his cock to take him into your palm. “Sh-shit- fuck,” Benjamin groans when your hand grabs him. He tilts his head back while a rough breath escapes his lips. You drag your hand up and down his dick without speeding up the pace. He thrusts his hips forward into your palm because he needs more. You squeeze his cock to stop him from moving.

You rub your thumb over the tip of his dick. “Let me finish what you started,” you offer while you look up at him. He lets out a rough grunt before he glares down at you. “D-don’t play with it- ngh,” he grunts as he pushes his waist against your palm. You ignore his words to drag your hand up his length again. You wrap your fingers tighter around him to make him gasp. “Mmn- I guess you want this,” you murmur while you stroke him at a slow pace. Benjamin mutters a curse under his breath before his fingers clamp around the wrist of the hand wrapped around his cock. He pulls at your arm to move your fingers away from him, but you refuse to let go. “You’re going to make me- ngh,” he groans while his knees buckle. You use your free hand to grab his hip to pull him closer to the couch. You pump your hand over his cock again to pull another moan out of his throat. He watches your face while you move your fist up and down.

“Fuck... do it,” he commands as he lets go of your wrist. You grab his hip to drag him down onto the other side of the couch before he drops onto the seat to face you with his legs spread wide apart. You scoot forward to close the distance between your bodies, and he watches your face when you tighten your fingers around his cock. You lean in to put your lips against his neck as you pump your hand up and down his shaft until a loud breath escapes his throat the second your mouth touches him. “Are you going to beg for my mouth?” you ask him before you press kisses up to his jaw and you rub your thumb over the tip of his cock. He thrusts his hips into your palm to get closer to your hand as you move your face next to his ear to keep teasing him. You drag your fist down to the base of his shaft to force a loud gasp from his throat. “Or should I just keep using my hand?” you mock him while you stroke him again.

He tilts his head to the side to give you more room before you speak up. “Are you going to cum like this?” you whisper right next to his ear. Benjamin lets out a loud groan to stop your questions. He grabs your thigh to dig his fingers into your leg while he shoves his hips forward into your hand to force a faster pace. “F-fuck you... just use your mouth,” he demands while he glares at you. You smile at him because you got the answer you wanted. You slide your hand up his length one more time to torture him. “Stop talking and do it- ngh,” he curses when you squeeze his cock. You lean back from his face to look at his cock before you let go of his shaft to lower your head between his legs. Benjamin tilts his head back when you open your mouth over him to take the tip of his cock past your lips. He lets out a loud curse when your tongue slides against him. His fingers dig into your thigh while you take more of his length into your mouth.

“God... f-fuck,” he groans as he thrusts forward into your face. You move your lips further along his shaft to take more of his length into your mouth. You swirl your tongue around the head before you suck him deep. Benjamin thrusts his hips forward to chase your mouth while he moves his free hand to grab the strands of your hair. He throws his head back to take a loud breath before he curses out loud. “F-fuck yes... don’t stop,” he groans while his hips thrust toward your face. You keep your head lowered to give him what he wants. He guides your head with his fingers to control the pace. You reach your hand out to wrap your fingers around the base of his cock to stroke him while your mouth takes the rest of his length. Benjamin digs his other hand deeper into your thigh when you use your mouth and hand at the same time. You trace your tongue along the underside before you drag your mouth toward the tip.

He pushes forward from the couch to get deeper past your lips. “God... you feel so fucking good- hah,” he pants as he watches you take him. You stroke the bottom of his cock while your mouth slides over the tip. His breathing speeds up every time your lips move against him. You slide your mouth up his shaft to tease the tip with your tongue. Benjamin lets out a loud grunt before he tugs on your hair to guide your head back down to his cock. “Put it back in your mouth... f-fuck,” he demands while he glares at you. You sink your mouth all the way down to his base to give him what he asked for. He shoves his hips forward to bury himself deep in your throat. You gag around his cock, and you let out a muffled sound against his base while you take his full length. He holds your hair so you can’t move away from him. You suck his cock while you stroke his base with your hand.

Benjamin thrusts his hips forward every time you lower your head. He squeezes your leg because the feeling gets too intense. “Shit... mmf- yes... keep going- nghh,” he curses as he watches your mouth move over him. You circle your tongue around the head one more time before you move your lips back to the tip. He tilts his head back against the couch to catch his breath. You move your hand faster while you watch his face. Benjamin lifts his fingers from your thigh before he grabs your wrist. He pulls your arm away from him to remove your hand from his cock. He drops your arm to your side because he prefers your mouth on him right now. He stares down at your face while you kneel on the couch. “Keep your hands off... take it the right way- ahn,” he commands while he waits for you to obey. He thrusts his hips forward to get closer to your mouth. You open your lips to do exactly what he says. You suck the tip of his cock, but you refuse to take his full length.

You swirl your tongue around the head to tease him instead of going deep. Benjamin mutters a curse before his fingers twist into the strands of your hair. He thrusts his hips forward into your face without giving you time to adjust. He forces his cock down your throat to make you gag around his shaft. A muffled noise escapes you when he bottoms out past your lips. “F-fuck... I told you to take all of it,” he groans while he pushes your head down. He refuses to let you pull back from him. You pull your head back a few inches to glare up at his face. You reach out to plant both of your hands onto his covered thighs. You dig your nails into the fabric of his pants to push back against him. Benjamin keeps his hand tangled in your hair to guide your head up and down his cock. He forces a slower pace to keep himself from thrusting deep into your mouth again. “Yeah... look right at me while you do it- hngh,” he pants as he watches your eyes.

He bobs your head over his shaft while you swallow around his length every time he pushes you down. Your hands tighten on his thighs whenever his cock hits the back of your throat. He lets out a loud grunt when your lips wrap around his base. He uses his hand in your hair to make sure you take every single inch of him. “Keep your mouth wide for me... fuck,” he demands while he speeds up his movements. You let out another gagging sound when he forces his entire length past your lips again. He watches your mouth take his cock without looking away. His hips thrust forward into your face despite his efforts to hold himself back. “God... this feels so fucking amazing- mmf,” he groans as he keeps pumping your head. Benjamin keeps his hand tangled in your hair so you can’t pull away from him. He holds your head in place to stop bobbing you up and down because he wants to thrust his hips forward from the sofa instead.

He shoves his waist forward to do the work himself. He forces his length past your lips without waiting for you to adjust. “Take it all the way down- fuck,” he pants while he pushes right into your face. He thrusts his waist forward to bury his cock deep past your lips. He forces his full length down your throat every single time he shoves it in. You gag around his shaft when he reaches the very back of your throat. He pumps forward to force you to swallow every inch of him. “Ghk- Mmph-” you choke out while you take his length. You try to latch onto his covered thighs to dig your nails into his pants while he thrusts forward. He pulls his cock out to the tip before he shoves it straight down your throat again. He lets out a low groan while he fucks your mouth at a faster pace. He watches your face to see you take his entire length. “Swallow it all for me,” he tells you while looking down at you. His hips slap against your face while he speeds up his thrusts.

He trembles under your hands because he gets closer to cumming. He shoves his cock deeper down your throat to make your eyes water. You choke around his shaft while you struggle to swallow his full length. He tightens his fingers in your hair to make sure you take all of it. “Shit... I’m so fucking close-” he curses while his knees start to shake. Benjamin thrusts his hips forward to shove his cock as deep as it can go. He forces his full length down your throat to make you choke. His fingers twist tighter into your hair when his shaft buries inside your mouth. “Fuck... don’t move,” he groans while his hips push forward. You gag when he reaches the back of your throat. He shoves forward to make sure you take every inch of him. He lets out a loud grunt when he shoots his cum down your throat. His load fills your mouth until it starts to spill down your chin. “Mmmph- hkkh!” you choke around his cock while he pumps into you.

He twitches inside your mouth while he empties his shaft completely. You swallow as much as you can to handle the amount he forces out. He keeps his hand tangled in your hair, so you have to take every drop. He takes a fast breath before he pushes your head away from his crotch. He lets go of your hair to slump back against the couch so you can breathe. His cock twitches with a few drops of cum right at the tip. “Haaah... shit- you took all of it,” he pants while he looks down at your face. You move away from his thighs to lean back against the sofa. He spreads his legs a bit wider on the furniture while he catches his breath. He rests his head against the backrest to watch you recover. You let out a cough to clear your throat. You wipe the spit and cum from your chin before you glare at his face. You shoot him an angry look because he made you choke on it. “A-asshole- you didn’t even warn me,” you spit out while you catch your breath.

He chuckles a little bit while he watches you wipe your mouth. He reaches out to rub a drop of spit from the corner of your lips. “You handled it perfectly,” he says while he traces your jawline. You reach out to grab the front of his shirt to drag his face closer to yours without giving him a chance to back away. He doesn’t fight you because he wants to hear what you have to say. You lean in to brush your lips right next to his ear. “I know exactly how good I took it,” you whisper while you breathe against his neck. He tilts his head to give you more room to speak. You change your tone to bring up the job he messed up today. You remind him that he disappointed you when he failed to kill Karen. His jaw clenches the second you mention Karen and ruins his good mood. “It’s a damn shame you let that bitch live,” you mock him right next to his ear. He turns his face to look at you with an annoyed expression while you smirk back at him to show you aren’t intimidated at all. You tap your fingers against his chest to make your point clear. You glare up at him to show you’re serious about the job.

He watches your eyes while you tell him what to do next. “You need to fix your mistake before I lose my patience,” you demand as you dig your nails into his shirt. He lets out a hard breath through his nose while he listens to every single word you tell him. You drag your eyes down to his twitching cock before you look back up at his face. You promise him a much better reward if he actually finishes the job this time. “Bring me her head, and I’ll let you fuck my cunt,” you whisper while you trace his jawline. He chuckles because he likes the way you threaten him. “You drive a really hard bargain,” he pants as he imagines it. “I’ll get it done if you promise me that,” he tells you while he leans his forehead against yours. “Do we have a deal?” you ask him after you move your head back a little bit to look right into his eyes. You watch his face because you know he will never turn down an offer like that. He nods to agree while he rests his hands on your waist. “Consider her dead,” he promises before he leans forward to kiss you.

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Hello! Huge fan of Dark Blue, it's so amazing. Wondering if you could write a Sandor x Reader where reader is a highborn lady, and she is already experienced but everybody think she is an innocent lady. And she seduces/flirts with sandor eventually leading to some smut 😋

Clueless ₊˚⊹♡

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Pairing: Sandor x fem!Reader

Tags: SMUT, 18+ content, Sandor is turned on by trust, romcom, PiV, fingering, arranged marriages, swearing, prone-bone, Sandor is an asshole, no use of y/n, rough-ish sex, reader has hair, WILL CONTAIN MISTAKES

Summary: Lady Ruttiger never faced any issues luring men into her bed. The rules are simple, and with an innocent enough face and a kind disposition her reputation has gone unchanged despite her amorous pursuits. It seems, however, that the rules of seduction do not work for her husband, Sandor Clegane.

Warnings: SEXUAL CONTENT: MDNI!!! thank you.

A/N: Guys I am back... and i think i lost some of my polish,.... Thank you to lovely anon for the compliments also :))))))

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“Gods be good!” Ser Raynard Ruttiger rubs his palms over his face and groans loudly. He looks, for a moment, to be melting in his papers, like the candle stubs lining the wooden edge of the desk.

“Of all houses, House Clegane! They will think I hate my own dear daughter,” he says, his eyes flying over his paperwork, without ever truly reading a single word.

His nephew, Eustace, smiles under the thin line of his mustache, and throws another knife at the edge of the nearby screen. He is sitting on a chair before the desk, one leg thrown over the armrest.

“Oh, you worry too much uncle, worse matches have been made. It is not Gregor you are considering, whose wives die so easily, but his brother.”

“Well, who knows, Sandor’s brides could die just as easily! We do not know because no lady would have him” screeches Lord Ruttiger.

“But Lady Ruttiger would,” points out Eustace, adjusting in his chair. 

“She is a fool! One I raised.” Raynard rubs at his nose. 

Eustace thinks him a it ridiculous for worrying so much about a match he meekly accepted without any complaint. The matter of Lady Ruttinger’s marriage is quite easy, and requires no such whimpering. Lord Ruttiger engaged his last daughter to the first eligible man their overlords, the Lannisters, offered. He had plenty of time to call off the wedding, or think the arrangement over when the news was fresh. Yet he simply agreed.

Eustace stands to tug his knives free from the screen. 

“She is a strong lady, and quiet when she has to. She will fare well, dear uncle. Now—“ he grabs his bow from the corner of the dark room and sends a dashing smile Ser Raynard’s way “-I am going hunting” he announces.

“And leaving like so!” Ser Raynard shoots up in his seat, so fast Eustace reckons it looks as if a snake must have bit his arse. In truth he is the same color of a poisoned man. He dispels the thought with a shake of his head and shrugs. 

“The day is good, and my brother had our servants pack the tents already” he says. Before he can turn to leave Ser Raynard rushes to him, the sound of his heavy belt buckle and the coin purse at his side make his steps rattle like a handful of silver stags.

“If you happen to see my daughter…try to spy in her heart, just to be sure she is not making decisions too suddenly, and she is not too afraid of the man she ought to marry,” he says. A peculiar flavor of guilt paints itself across his features, turning his face an unpleasant color.

Eustace nods slowly, hands tucked in his belt where the throwing knives hang heavy. 

“Of course, if I happen to see her…I will” he says, patting his uncle’s hand until it dislodges from the fold of his tunic. The man nods slowly, swallowing heavily, but not quite regaining color.

“She is just a poor dear maiden” complains Ser Raynard, going back to his desk while rubbing his palms over his creased forehead, unable to quite erase the lines of worry etched there.

“Do not fret, dear uncle, it is no good for your health” says Eustace, before ripping open the door and rushing out of the study, leaving Ser Ruttiger alone and sweaty at his desk.

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The pier expands beyond the interior garden, branches spill into the arcade and guide the soft sunlight on the flagstone below. The orange tint of the walls colors the light, highlighting the folds of Lady Ruttiger’s fine dress.

Suddenly a movement is heard among the bushes, and a leather boot steps out of the greenery to settle on the low wall enclosing the arcade, where Lady Ruttinger is sitting. 

She gasps, but the sound turns to a chuckle when she lifts her eyes to catch her cousin Eustace stepping out of the branches, his face pulled in a gallant smile, and his hands grasping the thin stone pillars to keep himself upright. 

“Eustace!” She gasps, her face turning a happy color. She sets her embroidery aside and cranes her neck to look at her cousin better, where he stands above her. “I thought you were out hunting, with all the other men. Have they left you behind?”

“Left me behind?” He asks, then smiles brightly, “If they have their wits about them, they won’t. No hunting trip can be successful without my bow.” He points with his thumb to the bow on his back, his smirk widening even further.

Lady Ruttiger shakes her head softly, pleasantly exasperated, and looks at him better once he hops down to the floor and faces her fully. 

“But it is not me who is leaving,” Says Eustace, looking at his cousin with an intelligent glint in his eyes. 

To him, she looks nothing different from the little girl he used to play with in his youth, but the more he hones his attention on the details of her face, the more the signs of aging become loud, and are impossible to erase fully. Her face has taken shape, and her eyes are now smaller, more pointed, and handsomely placed on the face of an adult woman. Gone is the child he knew, just like the boy she remembers.

“You speak of my marriage,” She smiles. Just as Lord Ruttiger had said, not one inch of her expression reveals fear, despite the threat of an union with a Clegane hanging above her. 

“Of course,” says Eustace, tilting his head to spy her better, yet she turns back to the pier, hiding her expression from view. “Do you not worry? That you will marry a Clegane, and exchange your fair name for his?”

“I only worry about not marrying. That matter has aged my father, and left me without any company. Of all the girls I once knew, none remains unmarried, and my sisters, and cousins, all bear the name of a husband.” She says softly. The words finally betray some worry but her face is placid when she allows him to see it again. 

“I grew bored of my singularity.” The finality in her tone makes Eustace sigh. 

“Your father worries: to send a maiden to such a… brute.” Says her fair cousin, adjusting his belt and puffing out his chest. 

His face suddenly gains the seriousness men adopt when attempting heroism. Lady Ruttiger’s eyes widen, and the more she looks at him the more her chest struggles to contain laughter. 

At last she covers her mouth and hides her head between her shoulders, shook by a bubbling of giggles. 

Eustace’s face melts in an expression of surprise, his shoulders drop and his head tilts. 

“Why do you laugh? My dearest?” He asks, he lowers his head to look better at her, but she hides further into her chest, her shoulders shaking in laughter shield her pink face from view. Eustace blinks, stupor written over each one of his features. He stands back up, shoulders straight and eyes wide in concern. 

“I see nothing humorous in what I said,” He comments, nudging her foot with his own leather boot. Feeling a bit left out from the joke he thinks himself dumb, and grows a bit irritated by the laughter. 

When Lady Ruttiger simply waves him off with a delicate hand and wipes her face from amused tears, Eustace frowns, shaking his head in bewilderment.

 “Ach! You women and your strange ways. You will make me go mad as you have done your father,” he mutters, but, despite his annoyance, a grin splits his expression apart, unable to be crossed at his cousin for too long. His gloves hand lifts to rest on her back and Lady Ruttiger looks back up at him, her face soft with what remains of her laughter. 

“I will miss you, my dear cousin.” He says. She smiles.

“Contrary to what my father may say, I will not die, nor be ripped apart by any monster.” She says, and her fingers graze over his hand on her back.

 “Go now, else your brother really will forget about you, and we will have no game for the wedding feast.” She murmurs. 

Eustace smiles, nods, and rushes off in a hurry. 

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Sandor is fearsome. That much Lady Ruttiger knew even before the marriage. Much is whispered about him, much idiotic gossip she knows she will soon be part of. She wonders what sort of role she will take in the stories wisewomen spin for young brides. 

She would like to have the part of a brave she-knight who takes on the terrible monster, yet, she struggles to walk uphill on sunny days and can barely lift her clothing chest when empty. She attempts to think of something else, perhaps the dutiful wife who suffers much but is rewarded with a seat next to the Mother in heaven. Her nose wrinkles. How ridiculous. 

Then perhaps the beautiful and good noble soul who melts the heart of the giant–

“What are you looking stupid for?” Sandor, her new husband, sits uncomfortably on the seat opposite to her in the tiny garden of Clegane Keep. The sun is high and it filters through the vine above her. There are flowers, tufts of them, seemingly recently planted in heavy ceramic pots that look much like those farmers use to plant small trees in. 

“Looking stupid?” she asks. One of her legs is crossed over the other, and her foot bobs lazily under the heavy hem of her skirt. 

Sandor spreads his legs and leans back in his chair. 

They have been married scarcely two days and Sandor is yet to lay in bed with her. He is crude, and she knows he must not like her very much. It is not shyness that drives him away from the marriage bed, far from it. Nothing in his vocabulary or his demeanor is timid. He simply seems to resent their marriage, even if it granted him possession of his father’s abysmal land. 

On the night of their nuptials he said he did not ‘put his dick inside dry cunts’ and that she better ‘choose the prettiest swine herd if she wanted to have fun’ before leaving the room with a flagon of wine, drunk and angry, to sleep gods only know where. 

She sat for a long time, blinking stupor and rigid as a broomstick, in their wedding bed, looking at the unlit fireplace in the dark. It was a long and lonely night, yet she felt no shame or anger. She imagines many nuptials end similarly among nobles, and perhaps she was lucky, considering how drunk and angry he was, that he simply stormed off.

She looks at him now, in the fresh air of the gardens.

She has seen him not-scowling before, but she reckons he doesn’t look much different when he is frowning from when he is at complete ease. His expression is heavy on his features, just like the scars, which she observes studiously to dispel any fear she has of them. 

When looking at them long enough, and when really reading between the grooves, they look like nothing but skin, as any other part of him. 

“There you do it again, you witch. What is it you want from me?” He barks. In his irritation he seems almost calm, and in calm he looks troubled. She thinks it strange, yet intriguing. She has never seen a face so naturally predisposed to ire and sorrow. 

“I was lost in thought, if it answers your queries, my lord.”

“My lord” He mocks, spitting the words out with a frown “You truly are a daughter of nobility,” He mumbles, chewing on the words with all his teeth. Lady Ruttiger tilts her head to the side, tapping her pointer on her lips. 

“I take it the title Lord does not please you, as does Ser, so what am I to call you?” she asks, unmoved by his crassness.

He shakes his head, the hair sticking to his scarred side look, for a second, like dark veins filled with angry blood, popping up on his forehead and shiny with sweat. 

“I am a dog, my lady, not a man but a dog” He tells her, openly mocking, yet not to her, but rather to himself. 

The inflection shakes her out of her politeness for a moment and her face opens up in an honest expression of surprise. He seems to notice she picked up on his self-depreciment and looks off to the land around him, the splatter of yellow grass he inherited even as a cadet son.

“Is that so? I think a smaller dog would befit a lady,” She comments. His face twitches, and for a moment she thinks the gossip may come true, that he is about to launch at her and rip her to shreds, or drag her by the hair to the closest river and drown her.

Instead he straightens up slowly, opening his legs and resting his back on the chair, his face shifts to openly amused. The one eyebrow he has left lifts before falling heavily back down on his good eye, shedding an alluring shadow on his expression. It makes something in her stomach thrill. 

“They told me you were a refined lady, not a mummer” He mutters. She lowers her eyes timidly, a shy twitch of her mouth attempts to betray a smile.

“Then they lied” She says, and plucks at her dress “I am not Lord Ruttiger’s daughter, but his jester.”

“Aye, I reckon that is true, if they married you into my house.” He says. Some of the lighter tone bleeds away from the air, and tension returns. She misses the near sensuous look in his eyes, now that it is replaced by a strange anger.

“Are you unhappy, then? Did you want a lady of finer words and better manners?” she asks. Sandor shakes his head no. 

“Bugger all of that” He grunts, reaching for the wine in his cup where he sat it next to his feet. She looks at him, drinking it, the length of his throat bobs with the movement and the strong tendons along the muscles work below the beard. 

For once she is glad to hear his honesty, and not shaken by it. Then, if she is not to bleed on her wedding night, and if he is to ask her if she laid with others before him, perhaps he will not be offended.

She tucks one stray hair back in her headpiece and looks at the rolling hills below the gardens. The kennels are a distant dot, yet she can hear the howling of dogs all the way up the hill. 

Perhaps, now that the air is light and Sandor looks less cross she could tell him. But… something holds her back, an old fear. It makes no sense to fear now, when she was fearless before in inviting men into her bed, and so liberally as well. But now hesitation stops her. 

She loses herself in thought until Sandor stands, adjusting his sword belt. 

“I need more wine.” He grumbles, stepping back towards the keep without pleasantries, nor any hint he wants to end the conversation well. She cares not, lost in a reverie of her own. 

Now left to her own devices she starts thinking of her new husband, and all sorts of thoughts swim in her head.

She thinks of how he may be in bed. A brute, just like a wild animal. Is that too bad? 

“I don’t think so” She hums to herself, cupping her chin in thought. “No, surely, it must be fun in its own way” 

She can now truly imagine herself as a she-knight, thanks to a strange thrill of courage suddenly taking her. A sweet sort of bravery, that is almost indistinguishable from need. She straightens up in her chair like a victorious queen, her stomach rumbling with desire. 

It must be nice, it must, to share a bed with a man his size. He must be sizable all around, and strong enough to do whatever her mind can conjure. And who cares if he is ugly, from her recollections she knows the fair ones are far from the best among bachelors. The ugly ones often apply themselves much more, and are less vain and selfish. 

She imagines there must be no place for empty pleasantries in his bed, that he will take her with the crassness of a client and a whore. That he enjoys touch, perhaps and squeezing skin in his palms, rubbing the fat on her body, burying his face in the soft expanses of her stomach and between her legs. And if he does not know how, then she would teach him. 

If truly he is a dog then he can be trained. 

She slams her palms on the seat of the bench she is sitting on, determined, all of a sudden, and smiling with that same unashamed heroism that commands men into battle. 

Men all look brave, but enjoy being led in the dark of their chambers. She has seen it before, and found no shame in it when she chose her parmours. 

Suddenly, a great need to discover how Sandor acts during passion pervades her every thought. She tries to imagine it, but can scarcely think of such a great body in all his nakedness, or the sounds he must make in the throes of passion.

Her face glows hot, and her cold hands are not enough to soothe her skin. She smiles, giddy. Her thoughts turn skin colored, and warm. She imagines all sorts of things, some of which she is sure she is the first to think about. 

She is married now, and she must not hide her need anymore, it is nothing but justified as a married woman to want her husband. 

She nods to herself.

“Of course,” she confirms. Her eyes slip over the hills below Clegane Keep. She is the lady of this castle, and she will have her husband, as the gods command.

——————-

A good occasion for seduction presents itself two nights later, in the dining room. 

The food is decent, and Sandor has downed more wine than she has seen any man consume and still stand. He shrugs off the tiredness of the day from his shoulders when he stands to leave the table, she grabs his hand before he can move away. 

“My lord” her tone is sweet like the finest honeydew, she adjusts in her chair to make her stature look even more timid. “-will you, tonight, sleep in our chambers with me? I slept in the same bed as my sister for many years, and I am not used to falling asleep alone, my lord,” she says, her head turns to the side in a well practiced movement. Polite, graceful, and mostly very good to show off the length of her neck and the expanse of her chest.

His eyes rake down her neck to her tits, where the dress pushes them up and apart to make them stand out.

He doesn’t look moved. 

Usually men like this specific act, they want to console her, and placate her misery. Above all, they like to be told they are the only solution to a problem, especially when in view of a nice body.

Sandor seems not to drink the lie, sniffing the air like a dog looking for a scent. He looks cross for a moment, then smugness replaces his expression of annoyance. 

“Ye are not kidding anyone, vomiting out what your Septas told you,” He says, the darkness of the dining room makes him seem ever more threatening, and it sends a pleasant shiver down her back. But irritation follows it. Her plan is not working.

He places a hand on the back of her chair, and walks to stand right behind her seat. She doesn’t look back, eyes on her plate. 

“Trust me, girl, you do not want to lay with the Hound.” He says, his voice simmers like flames, tiny ambers he rolls in his mouth, that heat up his words and force her back to straighten. She shakes her head no, tightening her grip on her handkerchief where it rests on her lap. 

“Why not, my lord? You are my husband under the law of men and gods” She attempts. He groans.

“My lord! My lord! My lord! All this cheeping. I thought it was clear I don't like that,” He says “Are noble women not obedient either these days?” He asks. The contempt in his voice is not quite directed at her, yet she stiffens and turns sharply. Her need is making her angry on top of lustful. 

Does he not like her? Is he blind to her charms? Is she to be chaste as a wedded woman? She stands quickly, and he moves away out of stupor. 

“My lo– Hound! The marriage bed is meant to be shared, I say!” She complains. Was she not fretting over the collar of her dress she would see him smirk salaciously under his mustache. 

“This is– This is impolite and improper of you to refuse me.” She whines. He groans, just to hide a chuckle. 

“What distresses you so much? You are angry I didn’t tear you apart with my teeth like a beast the first night? Did you have a death wish then, when you accepted to marry me?” He asks. 

She whines, high and low. 

“You are so unfair, Hound! You put words in my mouth! And I am not asking to be killed at all, for I know you wouldn’t do that!” She starts to prattle, squeezing her handkerchief like she is squeezing water out of it. 

“What do you ask for then?” He interrupts her, she doesn’t detect his tone shifting into real curiosity.

The room grows quiet, and she stands still, unsure if she should continue to play innocent, or if it has no effect on him. Sandor starts circling her like prey, forcing her to hang on the seat of the chair.

She spies him in her peripheral.

“You do not know what you are asking for, girl. It is not as your Septa told you, it isn't sweet nor romantic.” He says, tucking his thumbs in his belt. 

He lifts his head, proud like a lion from the Lannister Blazons, and less like a dog. He looks down at her, as she imagines he does men in battle when wanting to scare them, with a strange smile that curls his face into an unattractive shape. 

She stares at him, then some passion fueled vexation rises in her chest. 

“Oh! By the gods!” She lets out, forcing him to drop some of his smugness. 

“I did not learn this from Septas at all–” She complains. It was never this hard to convince a man to lay with her, they always accepted, i n the dark of their encounters, with shaking hands and excited smiles, all ready to keep the secret if it meant a good night with a fair lady. 

She stiffens when his eyes turn sharper. 

“Then who from?” He asks, and the genuine tilt in his voice gives her pause. 

“I-... Oh well! I am no maiden, Lord Clegane,” She says at last, too wound up to care anymore.

He blinks at her, then seems to look her up and down, up and down, from the intricate hairstyle to the silk slippers at her feet many times, as if trying to calibrate his entire view of her. 

“You? Not a maiden?” He asks, so confused that he forgets to bark at her for calling him lord. 

She blushes and her arms shoot away from her body, making the handkerchief flutter madly in the air. 

“Is it so surprising?” She asks. 

“Yes.” He answers, tone mellow, and not at all the angry jealousy she expected. She almost feels embarrassed, her aggravation melting away into a strange sort of disappointment. She cups the sides of her face and blinks uselessly at the floor. 

Surprising? She asks to herself, looking at her fine dress. It is the one with the lowest cut she owns too. 

“You are telling me you took cocks before,” His hands are now on his hips and he leans towards her with a strange mocking tone. She never has seen him quite this jolly. 

Her eyes go as wide as saucers and she stiffens. 

“Why would I lie?” she quips, voice rising high and embarrassed at his bluntness. What an awful way to put it! She made love, she took sweet men in her bed, and shared passion with them. She didn’t just take cocks. 

She is sure some servant must be hearing them right now, but her worrying is overshadowed by the bickering. 

Sandor looks pleased with himself.

“To convince me to buy the wares” He says. Her nose flares, and her mouth pulls down in a displeased curve. 

“You!” she jabs a finger at him and he catches her hand in his. “You are so crude! You really are an animal!” if she had her fan with her surely she would hit him, instead she only has the handkerchief and whipping it in his face does nothing to wipe that smugness off of him. 

“Didn’t you want me to bed you but a second ago, girl.” He says, the slit of his mouth, between his neat beard and the mustache reveal a mean set of teeth. His smile makes her shake her head wildly to refuse the ridicule. 

“Maybe I changed my mind! Maybe you are not worth the trouble at all!” She says. 

“What trouble? I see a woman who wants, wants to much she is ready to fuck a dog.” He says. 

“Not a dog! Her husband.” is her quick rebuttal. 

“Her husband,” Rumbles Sandor, again close to laughter. He takes her by the waist and pulls her closer. The air is heavy with their gazes, she lets the handkerchief fall on the chair and tucks her hair behind her ear, now a bit more timid. 

“Look at my face, girl, and tell me this is the man you want to lay with.” He demands, giving her body a tiny jerk to force her into motion. 

When she lifts her eyes the ruined side of his profile is in full light, the scar tissue, the discoloration, the features that almost look inhuman. Any other woman would have tucked tail and run. A face like this is the object of so many nightmares and so much pity across the courts of Westeros.

 She looks at it well, until she can count every large bump of skin, and see the glimmer of his eye under the fold of scar tissue that hides his eyelids. She feels like a she-knight now, and she fears nothing, but wants all. 

“Is it that surprising?” She murmurs. His eyes narrow, then burn with something hotter than mockery. She shivers. 

“Yes.” He answers. 

Suddenly she feels him pull her into him and his hands go to her buttocks. She lets out a gasp that stutters its way into a chuckle. 

“Oh my!” She mutters, then leans further into the wine-smelling tunic in front of her when he lowers his head to be level with her. He strokes his hand down to her leg and lifts it up to his hip, forcing her to lean more into him. 

She hooks her arms around his neck and, although her face grows hot, no bashfulness can be found in her gaze. She looks at him, so close, shed in the shadows of the dining room her looks intimidating. She smiles, giddy. At last it worked it seems. 

“The lady said she laid with others, but is as shaky as a virgin,” says Sandor, his hand squeezing her leg through the layers of skirts. 

“I just.. would rather not have the eyes of servitude on us.” She murmurs. 

She shakes her head no when he attempts to pull her against his cock, then looks at him with enough tenderness to make his skin itch. Her eyes are pure, and sweet and kind, despite all the venom he has been spitting. Sandor almost feels bad enough to let her go. 

The self-preserving selfishness he is so used to prevails, and he leads her to his chambers instead. 

—-------------

Of all the men she has known he is the hungriest. Not an inch of her goes without being squeezed or licked, even when she attempts to undress. 

“Oh– By the gods!” She mumbles as he attacks her neck when she lowers her shift over her chest. His hands grab and squeeze the softness of her hips, and rub lines from her navel to her ribs. 

He is big, hairy, and far from delicate. Whereas her previous partners treated her with refined care, handling her with the carefulness reserved for porcelain and gold, Sandor moves her about in a tangle of limbs that feels much more war-like. 

She huffs when he tosses her to the bed and lays atop her prone form. He licks the nape of her neck and buries his nose in her hair. 

“Mph–” He groans “You are a pretty thing, no wonder those cunts wanted a piece of you-” He says “ever so generous to give it to them,” he adds. 

His hands lower to spread her legs, without hiking her up. So she lays stomach down, adherent to the bedding with her legs spread to make space for his knees. 

One of his big hands makes sure she lays to the bed by holding her in place. He splays his square palm between her shoulderblades and looks at her from above. 

“Oh Sandor–” She asks, enjoying the pawing well enough, but hungry for more touch. 

She peers at him from the bedding and he moves her hair off her face to look at her more openly. Then, that same hand lowers to between her legs, testing the wetness between her thighs by slipping the tip of his middle finger in her cunt. 

He chuckles, as mean as usual, when he finds her wet, and lowers his face to her ear again. 

“I don’t fuck dry cunts.” He reminds her and she smiles timidly in the bedding. 

When Sandor undoes his breeches and pulls them down to his knees his cock springs free and hard. It is dark, and it pulsates strongly to escape the loose skin around its head. His stones hang heavy and Lady Clegane manages to get a good look at them when Sandor cups them while giving himself a few powerful tugs. 

He groans again, and the hand between her shoulderblades returns there. He mounts up behind her, his thighs over her legs, her stomach hot where it presses to the bedding. 

She was expecting his cock, but gets two fingers instead. They slip inside her and spread her around, searching her walls and rubbing on the slick tissue. She tightens rhythmically, moan after moan pulled out of her, until she is singing all sorts of notes and his name over and over. 

“I have the biggest, and the scariest cock in all of the Westerlands, did they tell you?” He asks, lowering his lips to her ear before retracting his fingers from her cunt. 

“I will open you unlike any other, and you will think of nothing but my codpiece for days, girl.” He says. She scoffs, equally parts amused and exasperated by his vulgarity. 

“Oh, please– Please Sandor, just go on with it!” She demands, one foot bobbing against the feather bed. 

Just like that, ever the loyal dog, Sandor obeys, and sinks his cock, inch by inch inside her. His hands move to the pillow, caging her into his elbows. He irks up a leg until he has the right leverage to thrust while laying atop her. 

She feels her breath get kicked out of her when part of his weight lowers on her back. She closes her eyes, and focuses on the exquisite stretch of his dick inside her. 

He grunts, and makes such noises she never heard from any paramour. His front scratches her back with hairs, and the cage of his arms around her neck is a warm one, making her face heat up like a furnace. 

But it is so good. 

Sandor’s body is pure force, every thrust she feels her whole lower half tingle and tense in rhythm. He mouths the back of her neck, biting the skin and sneaking one hand underneath her to squeeze her tits hard. 

His index rolls her nipple until she mewls into his next thrust and lifts her buttocks enough to press on his lower stomach. He presses his hand to her arse, pushing it back down, level with the rest of her. 

She rolls her hips side to side, until he is groaning loudly. 

“So your lovers did teach you something,” He says, spitting the words out from between his teeth. Instead of a verbal answer he gets another rotation of her hips that almost forces a moan out of him. 

He grabs her hips and starts to really hammer his thrusts into his woman, making her melt in the covers and pant like a dog. Breathy, choked wheezes escape her at every pump of his hips against her buttocks. 

When Sandor feels like he is about to release he slips a finger beneath her and rubs her enough to feel her come first. It doesn’t take long before she is squeezing his life out of his cock. 

He manages enough strength to pull himself out, fighting against the need to bury deeper and deeper into the heat, and finish over her fine back. His cum splatters in a neat line over her spine and across her shoulders.

The pearly white cum looks almost like an elegant stroke of color on such soft skin. He laughs to himself, then pats her arse two times to have her move over. She lifts herself slowly, body still cramped up from behind squished under his weight. 

“Oh Sandor!” she says, gathering the sheets to cover her chest, “This was the best I have ever felt.” She says. 

It is sweet, even if she says it when he is wiping the cum off her back. 

“You will have plenty more whenever you want, my lady.” He says, tone mocking, yet sweetened by the sex. He pulls one of her locks of hair to make her squirm, just to assure her he is teasing. 

“I hope so,” She murmurs. Sandor lowers himself into bed and looks at her, covered only by the bedsheet. His mouth splits in an ugly grin. 

“I think you will see to that yourself.” He adds, giving her a look. She blushes. 

“Don’t make me into a sex crazed animal,” she demands, for once truly demure. 

He wipes his cock off with the bedsheet and shakes his head no, scratching his stomach with blunt fingers.

“Then do not assume I spit on women for enjoying men like men enjoy women.” he says. 

She beams, then shakes her head, and slips her hand on his thigh, pulling on the hairs there mindlessly. Then she scoots closer on the feather bed until she is sitting right by his side, her head tilts up and she kisses his chin. 

They both know this will be far from a boring marriage. 

[devotedlyandrogynousyouth]

On my KNEES for pothead Jason Todd, how about fem!reader taking a bath with Jason while they’re both high <3 (I write this as I myself am high in a hot tub)

JASON TODD loves to stay home with you instead of going out for the night.

Don't get it wrong, he absolutely loves seeing you all dressed up and ready for a ride on his bike! But sometimes, he just craves staying in the confines of your apartment. It's not like he wanted your friends to cancel on you tonight, but, truth be told, he was going to be a little bummed if you didn't share the blunts he just rolled.

You're not really sure when or how you ended up in the tub. Did you get in before lighting the smoke? Or did Jason suggest it after a couple of hits?

It's all kind of hazy.

What's not hazy, however, is the feeling of his large hands groping and caressing your tits. Laying on top of Jason in the bathtub while high out of your minds is nothing new, but it feels so invigorating every time.

"So pretty, ma..." He whispers, the sound slightly muffled as he brings his lips to leave a kiss to your nipple. His hair is wet and slicked down to his forehead, the white blurring with the rest of it as he lifts his head again. "Love these tits..."

Your entire body feels so hazy and tingly that you're pretty sure anything he could do would feel nice, but his rough hands squeezing you just right is so perfect that you almost want to cry. You hum slightly in acknowledgement, brushing back the west strands and pressing a kiss to his forehead.

"Yeah?" You ask playfully, hands trailing down his arms and chest. "Why don't you show me how much, Jay?"

Let's just say there was a decent sized puddle for the two of you to clean up by the time you got out of the tub.

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A/N: day 10! I think! This has actually sat in my inbox for probably the past year, now. I've never smoked before, so i hope i did this justice. Also we just reached 2k followers! Im so grateful for all of you and feel honored to have so many of you enjoy my work.

[gxtitobxby]

ohhhh baran being so sweet to pup :((

so soft and gentle in comparison to robby, praising pup for being so good and well behaved for her and definitely not lording it over robby subtly

pup learning to love baran, and now whenever robby has her over you best bet she's getting attacked with kisses and licks as soon as she steps in the door because she knows baran will be soso sweet to her :((

oh definitely not lording it over himmm!!!!! definitely not smirking at him over her head when she's nuzzling into her chest tail thumping cause she's so happy!!

we also need to consider that pup would be insane at eating her out,,, like she's so needy and desperate and she tastes so good ! she licks so deep like she's digging for her favourite treat because she is !!!!

robby has to tug her away by her hair sometimes when she's not even stopping to breathe :( "jesus, easy pup. she's not going anywhere, take a breath." but she's just pulling against his grip she wants more of her slick so bad :((((

[glossykissies]

no because pup actually being a lil feral with her humping problem so she keeps her lil saddle scott got her in her room.

nobodies seen her in a while, so the girls go looking and find her in her room, naked n grinding on her saddle, eyes in the back of her head, drooling all over her tits. they obviously think, yayy, and join in so bunny and bambi are playing with her tits, sucking on them and kitty’s holding pups little blue wand on her clit.

scott finds them and realises pups a lil overloaded, tears all down her face, hips moving like crazy, grinding herself raw, trembling. n he’s like, yeah that’s enough off you ago.

and pups just a complete wreck miles away n he’s bringing her down and gives her his cock to ground her.

like yes pls

he knows it’s happening before he enters the room ‘cos he can hear them. soft cooing, giggles and whines — a tell tale sign that the girls were getting up to no good. he walks in, dom-space already very much activated — shoulders squared, face calm and stoic. he stands with his feet planted at shoulder width, hands clasped behind his back.

he doesn’t have to say anything, the girls already get to explaining.

“daddy we found her like this, swear! she jus’ needed our help!” bun slurs. it’s clear from all the excitement she’d worked herself up too and he sighs almost sympathetically, the fact that she’d ignored her own needs to help her friend somewhat warming his cold heart. however, it was getting dangerously close to everyone getting a little out of hand.

“take a little break for me sweetheart.” he nods softly and quietly to her and she shudders with an understanding nod. she knows he’ll deal with her after. “turn that off.” he turns his attention to kitty and the wand.

“but she likeeees it!” kitty giggles, clearly enjoying the power trip she was getting from it — needing to be put in her place.

“are you challenging me?” scott almost looks like he wants to smirk at how bad of an idea that is, and kitty’s face drops a little, before tossing the vibrator to the side.

“you’re no fun.”

“cry about it.” he remarks, stepping forward to where bambi now sits at the edge of the bed perfectly still as pup hunched over behind her, hips still twitching against the pillow, lost little whines leaving her. scott briefly takes a gentle hold of bam’s jaw, forcing her to look up at him. “and you know better than this. don’t you?”

bambi, the sensitive soul — her eyes fill with tears and she nods, hands obediently in her lap. he lets go to look over all the girls. “what did i tell you girls about working eachother up like this?”

bunny, still not sensing anyone is in trouble bounces excitedly on her spot on the bed. “i’m sorry daddy! i forgot to tell you! we’re meant to tell you!” she forces an apologetic pout. in her defence, she hadn’t been in trouble regarding this sort of situation yet because she always asked. the other two however, were on their second strike.

scott nods at her, pursing his lips softly in understanding. “everyone go and wait in your rooms. alright? i will deal with each of you individually.”

the girls trail out, and scott is left perching on the bed, stroking pups back to get her attention. “oh my poor baby.” he hums, low in his throat, cock already shamefully swollen from the sight he’d walked in on. it was hard to enforce such strict rules when the girls just looked so delectable. “i think you need daddy’s help.”

pup nods, rubbing hard at her eyes with the heels of her hands and he settles on the bed beside her before unsheathing himself, pulling pup to guide her to sit on it. her legs shake, so he is careful to sit in a position where he knows he can help her movement. as she hovers over him, he spreads her folds with his fingers. “christ, you’re soaked. were the girls teasing you?”

“mhm.” she bats her lashes at him dejectedly and he tsks, soothing his hands over her skin to ground her.

“oh sweetheart. there you go, sit on it for daddy, that’s it.” he hisses as she all but slides down his cock, a guttural groan leaving her as her head falls weakly to her chest. “you hump on it however you like pup, you earned it honey.”

once pup is dealt with, now having her cool down time, wrapped up in a blanket with a big glass of water and her comfort show on TV, scott is preparing himself for the rest of the girls. he purposely didn’t let himself cum in pup, needing the stamina — plus, he wanted it to be all about her and she was already mega sensitive.

he sat bunny down on her bed and gave her a talking to. he was soft on her, he knows she doesn’t like being scolded, and plus it was her first offence so he couldn’t be that mad. he wasn’t evil, either — so made sure to finger a few orgasms out of her since she’d accidentally gotten way too worked up helping puppy. he even let her suck her juices off his fingers during their cool down, just the way she likes it.

kitty was next — only ‘cos he couldn’t hold it back much longer. he was grateful she liked it rough, the pent up man pounding her into the bed in doggy style while forcing her own wand to her clit.

“yeah, not nice is it? you feelin’ overstimulated kittycat? aw, that’s a real shame. you’re gonna have to just get over it baby.”

bam got a little punishment too, a few slaps and then some corner time after scott had a little rest. he always felt bad for whoever he left for last, not wanting them to feel neglected after a few incidents of upset. it was hard to punish bambi as it was, as there was never any push back. she even tried to hold back her tears when he came back into the room after her corner time was over to find her nursing her stinging cheek, lips pursed and trying her very hardest to keep her tears at bay.

he softens when he sees her, opening his arms. “hey. c’mere. it’s over sweet girl, and i never said you couldn’t cry.”

she rushes over to him timidly, burying herself in his chest so she couldn’t be seen sniffling.

“but i want to take accountability.” her voice wobbles, muffled into him.

“and you did. took that punishment like a pro. you’re my good girl, bam. you’re alright.”

[milkingtonthethird]

i need this ginger man so so bad im going insane

MDNI, filthy filthy headcanons, AFAB leaning

- roy harper is a slut for tramp stamps and really any back tattoo and he’s also a slut period because i said so and im always right

- his favorite position is doggy regardless (cowgirl very, very close second), but knowing you have a pretty design on your skin means he’ll bend you over whenever and basically wherever. or if he comes home late at night after a mission and sees you sleeping on your stomach, that’ll work too

- he will let you tie him up and he WILL whine if you tease him enough. binding his wrists behind his back while he sits in a chair and edging him until all he can do is beg and whimper 🤤

- on the contrary, he will do the same to you and in my opinion, worse. he’d be so condescending and yet so soft with you it’s crazy. he would use toys 100%.

- “too much? do you want me to stop?” in a disingenuous tone while he has a vibrator on your clit and all you can do is mewl and squirm. you’re too desperate to remember he’s a cocky bastard and isn’t being serious so when you agree, he’d hum softly and turn the toy up higher. that’s not the safe word, silly

- will fuck your ass if you let him, or the very least toy with your hole when he has you bent over. will also eat your ass

- if you aren’t a vigilante like he is, he’ll teach you how to fight. it is in good faith but he’s a dog so it’s also an excuse to toy with you and give you praise if you earn it or whisper whorish things in your ear while he digs his hard-on against you.

- if you are a vigilante, when he asks you to spar it’s literally just foreplay. he’d be painfully hard the entire time. ugh especially if you both are worked up/mad at each other so it’s semi-genuine. biting his bicep after he gets you in a headlock so he can call you a whore and fuck you reallll good 🤤🤤 or pinning him so you can ride him painfully slow while you tell him he needs to shut the fuck up if he wants to cum 🤤🤤

- he actually loves doing missions with you because fighting alongside you is just as good as sex. usually tries to find some place private so he can touch you and drop to his knees to eat you out.

- one of the best things ever is a sloppy make-out with him. no rush, slow and unhurried. dry humping and panting in each other’s mouths. mmm

- convinces you to let him record his cock in your mouth because missions can be long and hard and he misses you. turns into literally every other time he fucks you because it’s fun. loveeeeesss to capture your face as you cum and shiver on his cock because you’re so fucking pretty.

- he does adore making love to you, because obviously there’s a difference. holding you close while he pumps into you at a steady pace and kissing your forehead and nose. putting you in a mating press and murmuring sweet things he means with his entire soul and bites out an “i love you” when he fills you up.

i am going insane.

[calzone-d]

roy harper is an ASS EATER 🗣️🗣️

the fact that it’s still somewhat taboo gets him going real quick

[devotedlyandrogynousyouth]

On my KNEES for pothead Jason Todd, how about fem!reader taking a bath with Jason while they’re both high <3 (I write this as I myself am high in a hot tub)

JASON TODD loves to stay home with you instead of going out for the night.

Don't get it wrong, he absolutely loves seeing you all dressed up and ready for a ride on his bike! But sometimes, he just craves staying in the confines of your apartment. It's not like he wanted your friends to cancel on you tonight, but, truth be told, he was going to be a little bummed if you didn't share the blunts he just rolled.

You're not really sure when or how you ended up in the tub. Did you get in before lighting the smoke? Or did Jason suggest it after a couple of hits?

It's all kind of hazy.

What's not hazy, however, is the feeling of his large hands groping and caressing your tits. Laying on top of Jason in the bathtub while high out of your minds is nothing new, but it feels so invigorating every time.

"So pretty, ma..." He whispers, the sound slightly muffled as he brings his lips to leave a kiss to your nipple. His hair is wet and slicked down to his forehead, the white blurring with the rest of it as he lifts his head again. "Love these tits..."

Your entire body feels so hazy and tingly that you're pretty sure anything he could do would feel nice, but his rough hands squeezing you just right is so perfect that you almost want to cry. You hum slightly in acknowledgement, brushing back the west strands and pressing a kiss to his forehead.

"Yeah?" You ask playfully, hands trailing down his arms and chest. "Why don't you show me how much, Jay?"

Let's just say there was a decent sized puddle for the two of you to clean up by the time you got out of the tub.

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A/N: day 10! I think! This has actually sat in my inbox for probably the past year, now. I've never smoked before, so i hope i did this justice. Also we just reached 2k followers! Im so grateful for all of you and feel honored to have so many of you enjoy my work.

[j4ckr4bbits]

reader torturing jack in the ed by giving dick sucking gestures ♡ maybe even notes about how she wants fingers inside of her if they go to the breakroom for just a few minutes ♡ jack feeling rock fucking hard and giving in cuz who is he if he can’t treat his babygirl?

18+ MDNI

jack's just been soooo busy lately. you're not the type of girl to straight up ask him to fuck you, still a little too shy, so you just bide your time. he can't go forever without it, right?

it's been a week since the last time you fucked, and you're going a little insane. it's not like you're even consciously thinking about it, but every mundane thing just seems to turn sexual for you. and jack notices.

he knows you two haven't been intimate in a while, but he hasn't been wanting to overwhelm you, to avoid the risk of coming off like some perverted older guy who can't keep his hands off of you. he's a seasoned attending physician, damn it, he can restrain himself! but he eventually realises what it's doing to you, his poor baby girl, and he feels a little guilty.

he sees the way you absentmindedly bob your head a little while you're sucking on the straw of your iced coffee. he watches your cheeks hollow slightly. and he knows your tongue's curling around it like it does the underside of his dick :(

he even catches you stroking your waterbottle up and down while you chat to a colleague by the nurse's station. it would look innocent enough to anyone else, but jack recognises the subtle way you flick your wrist on the upstroke, and it has him stiffening in his scrubs.

he's starving you of cock, and you're too sweet to tell him :( it gets to the point where even the sight of jack's biceps bulging under his scrubs has you soaking your panties, and you know you just can't take it anymore. you grab a pen and some scrap paper — ripping off a piece of a fudged ECG destined for the recycling anyways — and scribble down a note on the back. you muster up the courage to shove it into the pocket of jack's scrub top when he passes you in the hallway.

he watches you scurry off before he can say anything, an amused smile curling at the corners of his lips. he pulls out the scrap of paper, and reads:

feeling needy :( sorry :( need you so bad, jack, come and meet me in the breakroom when you can? sorry again :(

jack coos internally, then heads straight there. the minute the two of you are alone, he's all over you, trying to make up for lost time.

"no need to apologise, sweetheart," he mumbles as his stubble scratches against your cheek.

he has you soaking his fingers, your juices running down the tanned, freckled length of his arm as your thighs writhe around it. "you're fucking back on it, princess, look at you. can you hear how wet you are? must've been needy, huh?"

"y-yes, been needy a while, needed you so so bad..."

"oh, baby... i could tell you've been needy, just wanted to hear it from you." he curls his fingers right up against your sweet spot, pecks your soft lips as you whimper, then continues, "next time you need daddy, you just come and ask, alright? you're a big girl, need to use your words."

[chloluvsdilfs]

THE BAD TOUCH

Clark x wife reader

summary : in which Clark’s in a rut trying to avoid you for your own good until you’re ovulating. And quite literally do it like they do on the discovery channel.

(IM SORRY. this song is such a jam, based on the song by the bloodhound gang

Contents : Swearing , Clark in a rut, oral ( f receiving) , face riding , Alien tongue. making out, Clark sniffing you , biting , humping , whimpering, howling, P IN V UNPROTECTED, breeding kink, levitating, mentions of pregnancy, belly bulge , pincers , mating press, rough sex, size kink, man handling , pussy sniffing. Reader calling Clark superman and kal, crying, manhandling , hyperspermia

3k words !!

SEXUAL CONTENT BELOW THE CUT

MDNI

Clark has been avoiding you for the last two days. There was something sickeningly off about him. He refused to kiss you, refused to look at you. Whenever it was bedtime he would sleep in the guest room and locked it.

In a way it made you feel a little insecure. Was there something wrong with you?? Did you upset him?

And then came the whimpering whenever he was near you. Or the fact every time he went into the guest room you could hear him. Groaning painfully and the creaking of the bed. Getting off using his hand. The pillow. A toy you once bought him EVERYTHING. BUT. YOU.

He was in a rut. No way in hell was he going near you. Because he wound hurt you by fucking you into oblivion. You're too small to handle something like that. He would hate if he hurt you. It's unforgivable.

And that's when you started aching. Your pussy throbbing desperately for touch. For anything it can get. You had started humping a pillow when Clark left for work. Rutting your hips making sure it rubbed against your clit every single time making you whimper.

But it wasn't enough. It wasn't Clark. You needed him because he knew exactly how to fuck you. How to take care of you and give you everything you need.

That night you were in the kitchen cutting up some strawberries when the door to the guest room opened, of course you waited for him to ignore you again. Until.... He smelt it. A sweet lingering smell. Not the strawberries no no... this smell made him even more hard. His 10 inch kryptonian veiny dick bulging out of his pants painfully from just the sheer smell. And he whimpered.

Then... you heard sniffing. Clark walks over to you and starts sniffing you. Grabbing at your waist and inhaling your scent. His skin was roasting hot.

"Baby what are you doing?" You giggle softly and he inhales deeply before letting out a low growl and pulling your head back slightly to kiss you deeply. It's a kiss that makes your toes curl. Shoving his tongue into your mouth and rutting his hard dick against your ass relentlessly.

The sensation made you more needy , more soaked between the legs kissing him back more hungry. It all made sense. He was in a rut. You're ovulating.

You're both fucked. Figuratively and literally.

Within seconds you're more bent over the counter and he's thrusting against you. Essentially imitating fucking you to get friction on his dick. He was scared to go all the way. He would hurt you. But you needed this. You knew he needed this.

"Baby?" You coo at him and he growls painfully at you disturbing him. But he forces himself to stop.

"What?? Are you okay? What do you want?" He whimpered and you push yourself off the counter and turn around to look at him and tilt your head looking at his blue eyes that are threatening to darken, the joggers he's wearing and white shirt . Then you look down at his joggers. His pants are bulging. Dick about to rip out. The dark patch forming just from how good you fucking smell to him. It’s the most addictive thing he’s ever smelt and it’s hurting him even more to be around you right now.

"Baby... you're gonna get sick , you need this ..." You sigh at him and his jaw clenched shaking his head.

"You don't know what you're saying, I will hurt you. When I start I can't stop." But as he was saying it his dick was twitching at the sound of your voice. How pretty you were. How small you were. Just how easy it would be to split you into two with his dick.

"I'm telling you. I can handle it. Now come with me before I fuck myself" you taunt him walking to the bedroom and taking your clothes off. And within seconds he's following the scent of your pussy like a bloodhound. And there you were. Laid naked on your bed spread out for him. The way your pussy was dripping and all puffy for him. The sweet musky smell paining him more. He's ripping his clothes off like a feral animal before climbing onto the bed and crawling between your legs. Dipping his head down and sniffing your pussy. Inhaling the scent , his eyes turning a wicked dark blue.

Then a pained howl slips from his mouth as he's rutting his hips into the sheets and looking at you.

"Please.. can I.. please baby.. please?" He's whimpering and humping the bed panting like a dog. He’s so needy and he knows it.

"Clark. This is for your own good. Take what you need. I love you. I trust you!" You coo. That's all it took. For him to bite your thighs dragging kisses along them before diving into your pussy like a mad man. Lapping at the juices and rubbing his nose all over your clit making you shriek. If he could live between your legs for the rest of his life he would die a happy man.

He's dragging his tongue in and out of your pretty hole trying to get as much of your wetness all over his face. He's nasty. You're grabbing his head pulling him closer and humping his face whimpering. His nails dig into your thighs, the wedding ring on his hand glistening, pulling you even closer like he's trying to suffocate himself.

Moments later he's spinning you both around so you're sat on his face.

You rut against his mouth screeching at how good it felt. Until... his tongue goes deeper into your pussy than it usually does. Stretching deeply into your pussy and dragging all over your walls. Slurping you out and you shudder going cross eyed.

Meanwhile he's humping the air. He needs to fuck you. You reach your hand out pumping his dick and he whimpers underneath you. The Precum runs all over your hand and he’s now humping your hand desperately. You pull your hand off licking your fingers.

But as you try get off his face he's growling pulling you back down and shoving his tongue deeper and rubbing his nose at your clit still sniffing your arousal.

And you came. Hard. All over his face whimpering and he's sucking it up making sure nothing gets left behind pulling his tongue out of your sopping hole and lifting you off his face.

Then you're rapidly flipped onto your stomach and he's propping your legs up and pushing your head down putting his mouth near your ear panting and almost shuddering.

"Last chance baby... you know I can't stop right? My genes won't let me.." a soft kiss to your cheek his breath desperate and hitching.

"And I told you. Take what you need. We're married Clark. I trust you!" You look at him and he throws his glasses on the side table grabbing his dick and slamming it into your aching pussy with no remorse. Burying his throbbing kryptonian dick. You felt your walls stretching out brutally and he's letting out a gut wrenching grunting howl as he starts thrusting brutally and grabbing your waist.

"OH FUCK! CLARK!" You squealed and he's grunting like a mad man thrusting deeper. Head thrown back like he's needed this his entire life.

"OH MY F—- GOSH! NGhhhhh!! I'm sorry I'm sorry I have to do this I can't help it" He's going harder both arms wrapping around you tugging you closer.

Your pussy was squelching and squeezing his dick and he's groaning loudly eyes rolling back. You close your eyes for just a moment feeling sensitive from your last orgasm. When you feel like you're floating. Literally floating. Your head all fuzzy and light. And when you open your eyes. You quite literally ARE. You're in the air. Nowhere near the bed. You shriek limbs thrashing about the new angle making you bent in half as he's plummeting harder into you.

"Clark!! I'm gonna fall!” You shrieked and his arms tightened around you more and he whimpered at his deep he could fuck you like this. He really couldn’t help it.

"N...no!! I'm sorry baby you're safe with me. Just take it. Please just." He grunts still holding back slightly. The tinge of nice Clark is still there. That wasn’t going to help him. He needed this out of his system before it destroyed him.

He plummeted deeper using your entire body as leverage while your head hung and it made you dizzy and the blood rushes to your head. The impending orgasm felt like it was going to destroy you.

So when it rips through you making your cunt tighten around Clark's dick he whimpers shuddering and you felt dizzy.

He slowly stops levitating pulling you onto his lap facing away from him and fucking up into you through the orgasm grunting like a mad man. His hands on your breast and he's biting at your neck leaving marks.

You shriek bouncing on him slightly. Two orgasms deep and the sound of the wetness of your pussy fills the room. He's still inhaling the scent groaning.

"C..Clark..?" You whimpered ans he tilts your head back kissing you again. Pushing his tongue into your mouth letting you taste yourself. His lips working against your own perfectly.

"Hmm?" Talk to me!" He muttered against your mouth.

"You're holding back. I told you not to!" You moan bouncing on his dick desperately trying to get off.

"I told you. I'll hurt you. Don't make me do this baby. Please nghhhh I know what's best for you. If I lose control. I'll hurt you and you'll wind up pregnant." He whimpered into your ear and you get off his dick making him growl again grabbing your waist.

"So do it. Lose control. Breed me Clark. Get your wife pregnant." You spat out and within seconds you're being grabbed and thrown down onto the pillows. His instincts have taken over and he's pushing your legs apart.

"Not gonna be finished with you until you're stuffed with my cum baby.."He shoves into you all again plummeting his dick in ans out of your sopping wet pussy making you squeak and he's howling all over again grunting as he fucks into you. "OHHHH NGHHH I'm so sorry.. oh my fu... FUCK!" He splutters out which is rare for him to curse. But the way your pussy is clamping on him turns him crazy.

"CLARK!" You scream and he's pushing your legs over his shoulder leaning down to kiss you deeply , you whimper into his mouth lashing your tongue with his and whimpering. His dick is bullying your pussy with everything he can. All 10 inches. The girth making your pussy slobber all over him.

It feels like you're gonna be split in too but you can't stop him. You need this. He needs this. He needs to breed you.

"Gonna get my baby all swollen. My pretty wife is gonna carry our baby.. OUR baby" He grunts pushing your legs down more desperately fucking you.

His hand reaches down to rub your clit harshly and fast so it’s not long before another orgasm comes crashing down and you cum so hard you’re almost pushing his dick out.

“No baby.. no no cmon.. you need me in here. Yeah. You wanted this.” He pushes further into you burying himself to the hilt bucking his hips. You’re moaning louder. He’s whimpering.

“Baby I can’t cum again..” You whimpered a tear falling and he grunts carrying on

“Yes you can. I’ll get you there!” He’s pushing your thighs down more it’s shocking how you’re not breaking in half. Instead you’re wailing. Loudly. Tears falling down your face.

“No no.. I’m sorry.. I’m sorry I’m like this… oh… gosh baby… you’re so beautiful!” He leans down kissing your tears away plummeting faster while he’s whimpering. Your pussy is throbbing around him and tears start falling down his own face rutting into you harder and the headboard is smashing against the wall.

“OH… honey! S..stop! I …FFFF…NGHHH!”

The neighbours are pounding on the wall.

“WILL YOU TWO STOP ACTING LIKE ANIMALS!” You hear them yell and somehow it only spurs Clark on more as he sobs slamming in and out of your stretched out and abused pussy.

He moves your legs helping you wrap them around his waist and he’s yanking you closer to him somehow managing to be tougher if that was even possible. You sink your teeth into his shoulder and drag your nails down his back and he howls again his thrusts slowing down but plummeting deeply.

The bed creaks desperately and threatening to break. But he’s not stopping.

“Gonna breed you. Huh. Is that what my wife wants. To be so stuffed with my cum so hard that you get swollen?” He coos tauntingly slamming his lips back on yours in a claiming kiss that’s rougher than the others.

“Yes!! Yes superman! Breed me. Breed me with your fucking kid Kal el.., gonna get so big..make you a daddy!” You splutter out his kryptonian name and he stops for a second pulling away for a kiss. His eyes now darker than they’ve ever been. Dilated. Almost black.

“What… did you just call me?” He pants desperately.

“Kal el…” you pant legs shaking. The way it slips off your tongue makes his dick throb Inside you.

“Again” He enunciates with a brutal thrust.

“Kal… kal el.. love you so much.” You whimper and he does it again.

“Again. Say it again. I love you fuck.. gosh! Please!”

“Kal el… oh my fucking god kal!” You screech and he’s lost it. He’s fucking you like a complete animal grunting and growling loudly. He doesn’t even care that the neighbours can hear.

“My pretty human wife. You’re gonna look so good pregnant! “ He growls so loudly slamming into you relentlessly and the bed is shaking brutally.

He looks down lifting his torso slightly watching his dick poke out of your stomach with every thrust. He loved how tiny and helpless you were. He’s so sick. Quite literally he’s in a rut. But he can’t help it. You’re perfect.

God he was gonna love you pregnant. All swollen. Boobs getting bigger. Carrying HIS baby because that’s what HE did to YOU. The thought alone makes his head fuzzy and wanna fuck you harder than humanely possible.

His hand reaches down pushing down onto the bulge fucking you harder and you sob feeling the final coil build. This was the orgasm that felt like it was going to break him.

“Clark..kal el! I’m gonna -“ You shrieked before you collapsed around his dick. Sucking him in so hard you milk him and he yelps loudly shoving himself in and your head goes fuzzy. You feel sharp pincers latching onto your gummy walls and you cry out tears rapidly falling.

“I’m sorry baby.. I’m sorry.. I’m gonna cum and it’s gonna be a lot okay?” He tried to move and the pincers yank him in further and you wail.

With a gut wrenching sob he cums hard rutting load after load into your wrecked pussy, the cum already swelling your pussy up and warming you up more. The spikes dig further in locking him in place as he keeps cumming. You felt so full.

You whimper trying to push him out but he can’t. He physically can’t.

Until they do. And he’s back to being an animal. Slamming every last bit he can into your pretty little womb making sure it keeps. Making sure he can fuck you so hard you’re pregnant.

The bed creaks sickeningly before snapping sending you plummeting and he’s somehow deeper than he was before. Your legs in the air angling you so his cum goes further inside you.

“Oh my gosh… baby! Are you okay?” He gasps his eyes back to the blue you know and love and a small sniffling sob rips from your mouth. He’s pulling out and pulling you into his arms rocking you like a baby.

“Oh I’m sorry… I’m so sorry .. I love you I’m sorry!!” he’s kissing all over your face and shushing you gently. But the sobs turn into laughter and little giggles.

He immediately looks concerned ans tilts his head “baby what’s so funny? I hurt you? I’m horrible!”

You look at him face puffy from crying and snort out weakly.

“I think we might need a new bed” you beam stating the obvious and he shakes his head wiping tears away.

“Ya think? I think we’re gonna need new neighbours” he chuckles weakly already grabbing you some comfy clothes and helping you pull them on.

The pounding on the walls happens again.

“YOU FUCKING SICK BASTARDS SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Clark scoffs knocking back on the wall politely.

“EXCUSEEEE ME ! Me and my WIFE are trying for a baby THANK YOU!” he shakes his head pulling on some of his own clothes and scooping you up carrying you to the guest room. You climbed onto his chest on the bed and hug him so tightly resting your head on his chest to listen to his kryptonian heartbeat.

“I missed you baby… so much. Please never avoid me again.” You sigh and he rubs your back gently and sighs.

“I’m sorry baby … just doing what’s best for you. The last thing I ever wanna do is hurt you. You’re safe with me always.” Another kiss on the top of your head. Your nose. Your lips. Anywhere he can just to comfort you and let you know that he’s not a threat in any way.

“I can’t believe we broke the bed. I mean it though. I really do wanna have a kid with you baby…” he coos and your heart thuds.

“Trust me with the way you’re going. I doubt it won’t be long till I am and we can always keep trying!”

YEW N ME BABY AINT NUFFIN BUT MAMMALS SO LETS DEW IT LIKE THEY DEW ON THE DISCOVERY CHANNEL 🫵🫵🫵🫵

HELLO!! HI!!! uhm.. I missed Clark. Sorry pookie been cheating on you with Scott 😖😖😖

SO ENJOY BC I LOVE THIS SONG SO MUCH

@soggywhore @davidcoresnwet @avastarred @madefrom-stardust @leigh02sblog @just-aliyah @mossmydarling @swancasi @scenerthv @cavilllights185 @tsaheylutales @elliec00k

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[robbyscoffee]

OUR LITTLE SECRET. SMUT. mdni! workplace sex. mean!robby. fem!reader. throat-fucking with fingers. allusions to choking. praise. big dick robby. use of pet names 𓂃˖ ࣪⊹

thinking about seeing robby in secret and teasing the hell out of him on shift. robby groaning his usual disgruntled “fuck me” after dealing with a particularly frustrating patient to which you cheekily mutter, “i mean…” with other doctors in earshot. robby’d just look at you with a face akin to disbelief, though this wasn’t the first time you’d hinted at your secret arrangement just to fuck with him, so that wasn’t quite right. the look was more predatory than anything.

so that little comment would end with you bent over the breakroom counter while he bullied his large cock into your pussy, groaning at how well you clenched around him. he seldom fucked you on shift for fear of getting caught, but he was not past putting you back in your place when you were clearly in need of it.

“robby, mmph, s- slow down! too big,” you whined helplessly, his heavy balls slapping your ass with every thrust. robby covered your mouth with his hand, sticking two fingers down your throat. “ah-ah, baby. you were asking for this, weren’t you? you wanted my big cock. now take what i fucking give you.”

you could only whimper and submit to him as he pounded you into the counter, efforts nothing short of relentless until he was cumming into your pussy, pulling you in by the waist to make sure you took every drop. robby wasn’t usually a quickie kind of guy, but certain circumstances allowed for it.

he leaned over your shoulder and spoke right into your ear, placing his hand on your neck not to squeeze but to warn. “you gonna behave the rest of my shift, baby?” he rasped, to which you nodded. “yeah? gonna be my good girl again?”

“m- mhm. so good, robby, promise,” you said meekly, too fucked-out to speak any louder. robby pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek, a stark contrast to his earlier ministrations.

“there’s a girl. now, clean yourself up, honey. we’ve got a job to do.”

the way he’d look at you before absolutely destroying your pussy ‹𝟹

[satnin-maz]

ROMMULAS BLURB

CW: fluff, established relationship, cutie cutie rommula, not proofread, xtra lazy writing oopsies

bf!rommulas who is so freaking loud and yaps all the time no matter what

bf!rommulas who gatekeeps his makeup/hair products just for you to later show them on live

bf!rommulas who’s lowk musty…

bf!rommulas who cried in your arms when mexico lost the world cup

bf!rommulas that you successfully rage bait every time you text him his own stupid ass lyrics

bf!rommulas who u cant take anywhere cuz he’s always acting tf out

bf!rommulas who’s fans tore you tf up for following blissfulperc30 after summer smash

bf!rommulas who let’s you do a full beat on him and ends up actually wearing it out

bf!rommulas who let’s you paint his nails

bf!rommulas who giggles at your unfunny jokes even when no one else does

bf!rommulas who wouldn’t leave you stranded at the airport

maz talks!: didn’t feel like making a banner for this dirtbag who only wore 3 pairs of underwear throughout almost the entirety of his tour… also sorry mya bear ik ur scared of lil ol rommula

taglist!!🏷️: @jjomyakuu @j0rdyn-s0sleepy