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Tim, trying to come out to everyone: I'm dating Clark's son

Damian, looking up from his tablet: I'm also dating Clark's son...

Bruce, looking between his two kids: I'm dating Clark-

Dick: Holy shit now I'm glad I'm dating just Wally

Jason: You're dating Wally? Pfft- I'm dating Roy

Stephanie: I'm dating cA-

Cass, covering her mouth: I think that's enough reveals for one day.

leon babygirlification

“The DOOR, Odinson.” “Pardon. Yes. Enjoy……….Yes.”

Breeding Session || Dom!Hawks x Sub!Ftm Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Breeding, Needy Hawks, and Creampies

A/n: My doc messed up and wouldn't reload even when i tried to get the edit history and lost like over half the fic so enjoy :,)

"Fucking hell," Keigo talks with heavy breathes in between his words. His rut having hit him hard and suddenly, the only solution of pumping his hand as fast as he could to fuck the fleshlight in his grasp was starting to be a task more than anything. His other hand in his hair as he leans sits against the bed's headboard. Angrily tilting his head back as he groans, being pissed it's a silicone toy instead of you, his pretty song bird, moaning and whimpering for him as he pounds into you. "Sh-shit!" He curses, he knows he's close, upset about wasting another load inside a toy rather than his boyfriend. Groaning and panting as he feels himself getting closer and closer to his 3rd orgasm. 

Jackhammering into the fleshlight as he thrust his hips up, slamming his hand down at the same time to stimulate his balls. Too busy cumming with loud groans and quiet whines inside the toy to realize you're finally home from work. Only sensing you're here when he hears the creek of the floorboards in your penthouse apartment. A specific spot in the shared building that Keigo has come to memorize. Pupils narrowing as he quickly moves to clean himself up as best he can with the towel he had placed underneath him. Moving to get to the bedroom door before you, eager to touch you, hold you, kiss you, fuck you.

He's determined to make it happen, now that he has his pretty boy, there's no way in hell Hawks is going to let you escape him. He's waited too long for you to get home, waited too long to breed you. "Keigo?" you call, opening the door a split second before he gets to it, having just the towel over him with the fleshlight propped up in the home made nest of your clothes on the bedside table as to not spill any cum from the toy. Dropping the towel so he can grab your arms as you enter the bedroom, quickly spinning you from the door to the wall off to the side of it, becoming slightly startled with concern soon replacing it as you look at Keigo. Realizing what's going on from just looking at him, pupils small and in slits as he breathes heavily, 

Placing your hands on the sides of his face as a sign you’re here to help, having been with the man for allowing you to understand and know what he gets like during rut, the small gesture sending Keigo over the edge as he leans forward quickly to kiss you hungrily. His tongue in your mouth almost immediately, the kiss sloppy and already making you drool, the moan he lets out is downright sinful as you hear it, practically feeling it in your mouth as his hand work on your clothes. Trying desperately to get you out of them as quickly as he can, undoing your work shirt and pulling the buttoned top off you, pulling from you lips gently as he kisses your neck and shoulders.

Turning you around with his hand on your waist, skillfully keeping his lips on your kiss as he walks you backwards towards the bed, feeling him fall on top of you as he lowers his lips to your stomach. A sneaky way to be more confident in taking off your pants before he stands up, satisfied when he sees your boxers exposed, simply tearing them off you, impatient as ever when spring hits him. Getting on his knees to suck your hardening cock, groaning loudly at the feeling of you in his mouth, your hands tangle in his hair with your head tilted back, a moan ripping through you as his tongue lays flat against you.

Giving you slow puppy licks as he takes your legs and places your things on his shoulders, eagerly eating you out as his tongue moves to your entrance, soon being replaced with two fingers gently entering you as he moves back to suck your dick. Fingerings your cunt vigorously to prepare you for his cock, eager to be inside you and breed, the quiet and gentle moans you let out only spurring him on, feeling him pull from your cunt, fingerings leaving your entrance. The feeling making you whine and crave more, fully knowing you'll get just that in a few short moments as he stands, simply telling to "Scoot up," in a low and raspy voice. 

An obvious sign to you that he's been moaning or at least being loud while using the fleshlight you quickly noticed, doing as he says so he can crawl atop of you. Soon feeling his tip rest poke at your entrance, not entering you as Keigo pleads silently, his eyes soft as when gently whines at you, rubbing his cock up and down against your pussy. Reaching your hand out just a bit to have him lean down further down, making him lower the hand he was using to support himself up, suddenly bends and he's only using his forearm.

Pushing your head up to kiss him softly, hearing his gentle whimper, pulling away too much to kiss dismay as he whines to try and continue the kiss, leaning forward each time you pull away to reconnect your lips. "Kei," he kisses you again, "Kei," you say again in between his kisses, "Keigo," the stern tone finally getting his attention, his eyes wide and alter with his wings flared up, spread out to show he's listening, "Gonna breed me, huh pretty bird?" The gentle tone of your deep voice gets to him wings now fully pointed up, almost touching the ceiling of the bedroom, eyes sharpening and pupils once again becoming small lines in his irises.

"F-fuck!" you yell, immediately feeling him push inside you, thankful for your wetness and his precum because of the speed he instantly starts to use, head thrown back as you gasp. Feeling him rise off you and swiftly moving onto his knees while lifting your hips up yo fuck into your cunt. Biting your lip as you look at him, a beautiful sight above you as you hear his soft and quiet pants, head tilted back but face still slightly visible, eyes closed and mouth slightly hung open. Brows furrowed as he thrust almost erratically, only a slight rhythm prevailing as he tryst to fuck you properly, always having been a man for intimate sex rather than a quickie or animalistic fucking.

"K-keigo," you hiccup, watching him flap the ends of his wings to show his attention is on your voice with his lidded eyes looking at you as he pants, "Fuck me!" You gasp, feeling him pause at the command, shock subtle on his face before he leans down to curl his hips into at an insanely fast pace while over you. His head to the side of yours as he whimpers, the sloppy but steady pattern now gone as he thrust however he feels like, hearing his wing flap quickly and feeling the small amount of wind he's creating on your skin."Keigo," the stern tone finally getting his attention, his eyes wide and alter with his wings flared up, spread out to show he's listening, "Gonna breed me, huh pretty bird?" The gentle tone of your deep voice gets to him, wings now fully pointed up, almost touching the ceiling of the bedroom, eyes sharpening and pupils once again becoming small lines in his irises.

Feeling him once again lean on top of you once more as he rushes to cum inside you, pounding into you at an insanely fast pace, the hero work and exercises paying off as makes you scream, feeling him hit deep inside you as he lets out breathy moans. Panting every now and then with quiet groans leaving his throat, feeling him move to grab your hands and intertwining you fingers as he holds your hand, arms bent to line up with each others as you hear him speak, “Gonna!- Gonna cum!”  he hiccups. Whining as he feels himself getting close, the difference of the toy and you driving him over the edge faster than he himself would like, the final straw is when you tell him to, almost demanding him to breed you, “Cum inside pretty bird, breed me,” is all it takes. 

Feeling the warmth of his cum spread inside you as he gives a final few shallow thrust, breathing heavy and groaning as he pauses inside you, feeling just some of his cum spilling out of you as you turn your head to look at him. Kissing his cheek softly to get his attention, not leaning to do any more work as he connects your lips in another slow kiss. His hips starting to move once again, slowly and shallowly as cum spills every time he pulls out and pushes back in, whining into the kiss as he fucks you gently, pulling away occasionally tp speak, “Feel so good,” he kissed you, “Just wanna stay inside you forever,” another kiss. “My pretty song bird.”

Soon pushing his tongue past your lips to desperately explore your mouth in a wet and noisy french kiss,your hands tangling again in his hair as he picks up the pace and intensity, moving one hand to let go of yours to jerk your t-dick. The pleasure getting to you as you moan into his mouth, a comical string of spit connecting the two of you as he moves away, lifting you up to bend your legs as he’s on his knees. Holding your waist to push and pull you onto his dick, moving your hands to rest on his  abdomen with your head thrown back, both of you moaning like you’re making a damn porno. Moving one hand back to your cock to make you cum, the rough and deep voice he speaks in telling you so. “Cum for me song bird, please I need it, come on baby,” rubbing your dick quickly as you cry out, knowing you're in for a long few nights.

The loud noises you make as he picks up the pace of not only his hips but his hands, telling him he’s doing a good job, taking your sounds as praise as you hear him loudly whine and gasp, practically screaming out, “I’m gonna cum!” Spurring him on to move at an impossibly fast rate, “C-cum with me!” he cries, soon following the command as your tightening walls cause him to cum inside you again. The feeling of him filling you up as your body tightens with the harsh orgasm ripping through you, screaming out as he falls on top of you, almost completely limp on you as he breathes heavily. The two of you pants with exhaustion, whining as he pulls out, softening dick resting against your thigh as he turns you two over to the side of the bed, laying best he can without the pool of cum in the middle of the bed touching either of you.

Softly breathing as he regains his composure, falling asleep rather quickly, turning to fix the hair stuck to his face best you can with your back to him, simply laying in silence as he hums quietly in his sleep, knowing he’ll wake up and want more.

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herogasm ~ soldier boy;the boys

word count: 3678

request?: no

description: in which she’s trying to leave the supe orgy, just to stumble into the room of the man who started it

pairing: soldier boy x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut (fingering, praise, unprotected p in v), mentions of herogasm (the event, not the episode)

masterlist (one, two, three)

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Day Nine: Virginity Loss/Sacrifice w/ Dante

A/N: inspired by @actuallysaiyan! ;) go check out her kinktober because she's killing it.

Warnings: 3.7k words, virginity loss, deity kink (I'm not sure if that's a thing but the village worships Dante like a deity), AU!Dante, arranged marriage (Dante demands a bride), p+v penetration, fem!reader

Tag list: @actuallysaiyan @loki-love @the-eternal-sunflower

The devil had arrived in the night and taken up residence in an abandoned castle rumored to have once belonged to the dark knight, Sparda. He never spoke to the people inhabiting the surrounding village, and for years they never spoke to him. They spoke of him, of course. Small populations have a knack for weaving big tales, and the strange man with a striking resemblance to Sparda proved to be their favorite subject. Was this stranger friend or foe? Nobody could ever say for sure, and those who claimed to know weren’t taken seriously. 

All of this changed when demons attacked the village in the night. Yours was the first house they pillaged. You’d tried running, but ending up trapped in a closet. As your home burned around you, prayers fell from your lips despite you never having believed in a higher power. Tears blurred your vision as smoke stung your nose. The door is ripped off the hinges, and you look up to see a devil standing above you. It was different from the ones who had attacked. The devil glowed red and wings were outstretched behind him. 

“Please,” you whimper. 

The devil changes before your eyes. In a flash of red demonic energy, a man stands before you. He kneels down to scoop you up in his arms and carries you through the flames as though he doesn’t feel them licking his skin. You instinctively curl up tighter in his arms to avoid getting burned and you squeeze your eyes shut until the cool night air hits you. 

“Thank you,” you whisper as you dare to look up at the man holding you in his arms. 

He says nothing as he carries you to the edge of the village where the rest of the inhabitants were gathered. You can’t help noticing the demon corpses scattered across the ground. He’s the one who did this, you know that. He sets you down gently and takes a moment to make sure there are no more demons lurking around before turning away. 

All of the villagers look on in awe as his broad form starts to disappear in the night. It’s you who follows. He jolts like something has shocked him when you grab his arm. 

“Wait,” you say. You gulp when he turns to look at you with those icy blue eyes. “What’s your name?” 

“What do you care?” he grumbles. 

“You saved me…us.” 

“Dante,” he answers, then pulls away from you.

You watch him disappear into the darkness. Your heart races as you wonder about the devil. 

After that night, the villagers began to revere him as a deity. He had shown such tremendous power, there was no longer doubt about his origins. It had begun as whispers as the village began to rebuild, then began the offerings. Food, clothes, even money were left on the stone stairs leading into the castle. At first it seemed that Dante didn’t take the offerings. Fruit rotted where it was set, and mischievous kids began swiping the money. 

As summer turned into fall, the nights grew cold. You wondered more and more about Dante. He never took anything, but you wanted to do something nice for him. You couldn’t stop thinking about the sadness that permeated from him. 

One foggy morning, you ventured to the castle. In your arms were a blanket and a small basket of freshly baked bread you’d gotten from the bakery. You shudder as you look up at the looming castle, but you venture forth anyway. A group of older ladies with carefully wrapped meals were making their way in front of you, and their chatter was surprisingly comforting. 

Dante could smell you before you ever made it to the front of the castle. It was that sweet, cinnamon scent that pulled him out of bed. He slid into his tattered robe before going to the window. His heart races when he sees you coming up the narrow path leading from the village to the castle. You’re even more beautiful than he remembered from the night he saved you. He watches you kneel down as though in prayer like the rest of the visitors. Then, you set the blanket down and you put the basket on top of it. You look up again, and Dante gasps as he moves from the window for fear you could see him. 

Long after you leave, the scent lingers. It drives him crazy. No matter how much he tries to return to his new goal of drinking through the entire cellar, he can’t stop thinking about you. Once the sun goes down, he carefully opens the front door and grabs the offerings you left for him. He quickly realizes your scent has permeated the blanket. This need bubbles up inside of him as he carries everything up to the bedroom. 

“Fuck,” he mutters as his skin starts to heat up. Before he knows it, he’s curled up with the blanket. His cock throbs and he purrs as buries his face against the soft blanket to take in your scent. He reaches down to palm at his cock, making himself leak from the swollen tip. He’s going crazy with lust. He jerks himself off to images of you, wishing he’d spent more time memorizing your features. The memory of you on your knees as you left him such sweet offerings sends shivers up his spine. He cries out as he cums all over the blanket you left for him. 

He waits anxiously for morning to come. The sunrise would bring you back to him. He sits by the window, watching as the villagers come and go. Part of him feels panicked when you don’t show up. He wants to see you so bad. Just a little glimpse of you. That would be more than enough for him. 

“Come on,” he mutters as he waits and waits and waits. 

It’s nearly sunset before you finally come. He perks up immediately as he notices you. You look so beautiful to him right now. His heart is racing. This time you’ve brought wine and more food. Nothing that would hold your scent. 

Your heart races when you notice that your offerings from the day before aren’t on the step anymore. You set everything down before stepping back to look up at the castle again. You see him standing in the window. He wants to recoil again, but knowing that you were looking for him makes him freeze to the spot. You flash a sweet smile before waving. This is what makes him recoil from the window. 

He wants to talk to you, but he also wants to touch you. He wants to fuck you and taste you. His heart is pounding. This isn’t something he’d ever expected to happen to him. When he came to this village, he was just looking for a quiet place to waste away. He’s lost everyone and everything he cared about. He didn’t think he’d find a reason to live. This tiny village was the last place he’d expect to find his mate. 

He feels his chest tightening as he watches you leave.

Day after day, you come to him. He catches glimpses of your beauty as you leave him offerings. Sometimes you leave things with your scent, and he always collects those offerings. He has a small collection at this point, but it’s still not enough. He needs you, and now he knows how to get you. 

He waits for the right time. There’s a small meeting in the village square just after sunrise. For the first time since the demon's attack, he leaves the castle. Halfway down the path, he devil triggers and flies the rest of the way down. All of the villagers gasp as their deity flies above them, then lands right in the middle of the crowd. As soon as he lands, everyone kneels, including you. He makes a point to stretch his wings out and his chest puffs up. 

“In exchange for my protection, I demand a bride,” he growls in a low, distorted voice. His glowing eyes fall on you, “I need her. Bring her to my castle at sundown.” 

You feel tears brimming in your eyes as you look at him. What could he possibly want from you? Before you can say anything, Dante is gone. It’s decided almost immediately that you’ll be given to the devil for the sake of the village. 

Bit by bit, you’re prepared for the night ahead. Before sundown, you’re bathed in sweet-smelling oils that make your skin silky smooth. Then, you’re given a red lingerie set to wear underneath the soft lace wedding dress. You put on a black cape over it, and then you’re escorted to the castle. You’re scared of what lies ahead of you. You’re trying not to cry when your escort knocks on the door. Before the devil opens up, they leave. 

You’re trembling as you wait for the door to open. Finally, he opens the door. You gasp at the sight of him. His broad form makes you feel even tinier than you already did. 

“I’m so happy you’re here,” he whispers before reaching for your hand. Despite the callouses, he’s gentle as he guides you inside. 

You swallow hard, “Y-you are?” 

“Of course, princess.” 

Your heart flutters at his sweet nickname. The castle is cold and dark. Does he expect you to live here with him? He guides you upstairs to the bedroom, and you’re surprised at the stark difference between this room and the rest of the castle. Little did you know, Dante had spent the day carefully preparing for your arrival. 

A warm fire steadily burns in the fireplace, and there’s a nice nest of blankets and pillows laid out. There’s a bottle of wine chilling and two glasses. You’re still taking it all in when he begins removing your cape and lays it down on a nearby chair. His cock twitches when he sees that pretty dress hugging your curves. His large hands cup your waist before pulling you closer. The purr that rumbles through his throat sends shivers down your spine. He leans in closer and takes in a deep breath. Your scent fills him with need. He can’t believe you’re really here in his arms. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he mutters softly. “I can’t believe you wore this just for me.” 

“I thought you’d want it because I’m your bride.” 

“I love it,” he kisses your cheek softly. “Come here, sweetheart.” 

He wraps his arm around your waist to lead you to the nest he put together for you. He sits down in the pile of pillows, and you try to sit with a little distance between you. Dante won’t have that at all. Now that you’re here with him, he needs to have you close. He pulls you in closer. 

“I won’t hurt you,” he purrs softly before kissing your cheek again. “I am at your mercy.” 

Your heart pounds at his words. It doesn’t exactly make sense to you after the display he put on this morning. The devil who showed up in the village square bears little resemblance to the gentle man you’re with now. He keeps pulling you closer until you’re perched on his lap. He feels absolutely intoxicated just from the smell of you. 

“You’re at my mercy?” you ask. 

“Yes,” his nose drags along the curve of your jawline before he places a soft kiss on your neck. “I need you. I’ve thought about this moment, having you here with me like this, for so long.” 

“Oh, Dante,” you relax in his arms. “I knew you weren’t cruel.” 

“I could never hurt you.” 

He cups your cheek gently and pulls you in for a soft kiss. You moan softly when his tongue drags against your bottom lip. It takes you a moment to realize he wants you to open your mouth, but finally, you catch on. You part your lips and his warm tongue pushes between them. Fireworks erupt in your stomach when his tongue gently rubs against yours. This feeling growing inside of you makes you squirm on his lap in an attempt to get some friction against your clothed cunt. Dante easily picks up on your eagerness, and he takes it as a cue to lay you down. Your fingers tangle in his soft hair as the two of you keep making out. You feel yourself becoming weaker and weaker to his tender affections. 

“Let me take this off,” he says quietly as he reaches around your back to unzip the dress carefully. He almost had it pulled down your shoulders when you grab it in an attempt to stop him. 

“W-wait,” you stutter. “I can’t-” 

For the first time, Dante looks angry. He sits up on his knees, and his large hand cups your cheek to force you to look at him again. There’s a fire burning in his eyes, “Aren’t you mine?” 

“Of course,” your bottom lip trembles slightly. “I’ve just never done this before. I’m scared, Dante.” 

His face relaxes as he leans down to kiss you once more. His kiss this time is gentle. Your noses rub against each other when he pulls away. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” his cock twitches in his pants. “That’s perfect. I’ll make you feel really good, yeah?” 

“Promise?” 

“I swear,” he kisses you again and again. “This is perfect, you’re perfect. All for me.” 

His eyes are soft with affection as he gently moves your hands so he can proceed with removing your wedding dress. A soft growl rumbles through his chest when he sees the pretty red lace lingerie you wore for him. His fingers trace the delicate patterns on your mound, and he doesn’t miss the dampness towards your core. The scent makes his head spin. 

“You have to trust me, sweetheart,” he tells you. “I need to hear you say it.” 

You swallow hard around the lump in your throat, “I trust you.” 

“Good girl. So good.” 

He kisses you softly before letting his lips trail along your jawline then down to your neck. His hands carefully knead and caress your hips, your thighs, and then finally your tits. The lace bra only seems to annoy him. He grunts before working to remove it, careful not to be too aggressive with you. Despite his earlier antics in the village, he doesn’t want you to be afraid. He knows he can win you over. It is hard to keep his devilish nature at bay when you smell and feel so wonderful, but he’ll fight as hard as he can. 

“So beautiful,” he mutters against your skin. His lips trail over the soft swell of your breasts as he kneads them. Your skin feels flushed as the arousal grows. Your fight to hold back your noises fails when his warm, wet mouth circles around your perked nipple. He swirls his tongue around the pink bud before sucking on it. He traces the shape of your areola before moving to give the other nipple the same treatment. 

You’re soaked and needy by the time he slots himself between your thighs. He removes your panties slowly, letting the tips of his fingers trail along your legs before tossing them aside. Your little pussy is exposed to him, and he can think of nothing else now. He lays on his stomach between your legs, spreading them when your shyness causes you to pull your thighs together. As soon as you’re wide open for him, your hand protects your modesty. Dante growls. 

“Don’t hide from me, sweetheart. I can’t make you feel good if you keep hiding,” he coaxes your hand away. “You said you trust me, remember?” 

“You don’t think it’s ugly?” you ask shyly, reliving the insecurity you’ve held since you were in your adolescence. 

“It’s beautiful,” he assures you before leaning down to place a kiss on your mound. “So beautiful.” 

Instinct takes over. He can’t take things slow when your soaking pussy is right there. He drags his tongue between your folds and he swears he’s never tasted anything sweeter than your arousal. It’s like the sweetest wine, warming him up and making his head spin. You cry out when he sucks on your swollen clit, and it’s just music to his ears. His grip on your thighs tightens as he holds them open, and Dante devours you. He laps eagerly like he’s starved, because he is. Ever since the first moment he laid his eyes on you, he’s been craving you. His small collection of items that held your scent were nothing compared to your taste and smell taking over his senses. He hardly notices you’re going to cum until you’re tugging on his hair. That white hot pleasure rips through your very being and your back arches against the floor. His name falls from your lips more desperately than any prayer you’ve ever said kneeling in front of his castle door. Your first taste of pleasure makes you ravenous for more. 

“Please,” you whine. “Please, please more.” 

Dante pulls away from your slick and smiles at you. Your juices dripping off his chin and the wild look in his eye makes him look every bit the devil he claims to be. 

“I’ll give you more, princess. So much more,” he promises. 

He gets up on his knees and eagerly tugs his clothes off. A small gasp leaves him when he feels your soft hands on his skin for the first time, trailing down his chiseled abdomen to reach for the buckle of his belt. If he’d known that just one taste of pleasure was all it would take to make you so weak for him, he would’ve gone down on you so much sooner. All of the talk when you arrived would’ve been skipped, and he would’ve been on his knees for you as soon as you walked through the door. Now, he knows and he’ll use this to his advantage. 

“Oh!” you gasp when you open his pants and his cock springs free. It’s bigger than you’d ever expected. The swollen, red tip leaks a luminescent fluid. Dante doesn’t have the strength to slow down to explain to you that being a devil means some things about him are different. No, he decides he’ll answer all of your questions later. Now he needs you. 

He pushes you back against the pillows and guides his cock to your hole. He’s already panting by the time the tip slips inside. Your hot, wet walls are squeezing around him. He pushes in a little more. At the same time he feels resistance, you whimper pitifully and press your hands against his stomach. 

“It hurts,” you whine. 

He goes still before leaning down to kiss you soothingly, “I know, baby. I know. Just a little more, okay?” 

“Dante,” you look up at him with tears stinging your eyes, “Is it gonna hurt the whole time?” 

“No, baby. I promise,” he kisses you again and starts rubbing your clit. “You need to relax for me. Please, baby.” 

You nod weakly, “I’ll try.” 

“You gotta,” he mutters. “Be a good girl for me.” 

“I promise.” 

Dante begins shallowly thrusting his hips again. Once your whines turn to soft moans, he pushes more of his length inside. You feel so full and stretched, but this warmth spreads over you. He keeps pushing until he bottomed out. He grunts and just feeling every inch of his cock squeezed by your walls makes his nerves light up with need. He holds you tight as he picks up a frantic pace. He’s trying his best not to go too hard, but fuck it’s nearly impossible with how good you feel. 

“Fuck,” he growls and nuzzles his face against your neck. “You feel so fucking good.” 

He struggles more and more with controlling his pace, and soon he loses the fight. His hips snap desperately as he clings to you. You feel overwhelmed with emotion and this new sensation taking over. Tears roll down your cheeks. One hand cradles his head and the other rests on his hip. 

“Dante, please,” you sniffle. “Please, slow down.” 

“I can’t,” he groans. “Need you so bad.” 

He lifts his head so he can look at you. The sight of your wide, teary eyes just makes him feel even more feral. He pulls you along with him as he sits up on his knees. Before you have a chance to say anything, his hands are on your hips guiding you to bounce on his cock in time with the snapping of his hips. You don’t even realize the only thing holding you up is him. Your knees barely even touch the ground. You feel something tightening inside of you like you’re going to explode. 

“Dante, it feels funny.” 

“Let go for me,” he pleads. “You’re gonna cum, baby. Don’t be scared, just cum on my cock please.” 

Your fingers dig into his shoulder blades as fireworks erupt in your belly. You cry out his name and your juices soak him as you ride out your high. With just a few more deep thrusts, Dante is right behind you. This warmth fills you up and he’s trembling. This is more than he’d ever hoped for. You truly are a dream come true for him. 

Once you've ridden out your highs, he gently lays you back down. Your face is flushed, and your eyes are dazed when they meet his. He’s scared now that you’ll hate him. Maybe you’ll feel disgusted about being bonded to a devil. He waits for the rejection. Instead, your hands reach out for him. 

“Hold me, please,” you whine. 

His heart erupts with affection. He can’t even think of the words to say to describe how happy he is right now. He lays beside you, and pulls you in so close. Soft kisses are peppered all over your face, making you giggle. It’s the most beautiful sound. 

“I love you,” Dante says before he even comprehends the words. 

“I love you too,” you confess quietly. “I’ve loved you since the night you saved me, and it was the strangest thing.” 

“I’ll take care of you, baby,” he says quietly. “Forever.” 

“Forever,” you repeat quietly and sink into his embrace.

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"what the hell do you think you're doing?" leon says, his hand gripping the doorknob, his clothes torn and dirty, small blood stains that have hardened on his shirt

"wait-!" you shouted, he moved way too quickly, before you knew it his right hand was holding both your thighs together and his left, hastily pulls out the pick dildo you had fucked yourself with

"really? y/n? y'think a plastic dick is better that mine?" he says then throws the toy across the room, it hit the wall before hitting the ground

"v'already had a shitty day at work but coming home to this? I hope you don't mind if I take it out on you a little baby" he was on top of you, his hands holding your legs up by behind your knees

"hold your fucking legs" he demands as he scrambled to take his belt off, once he finally got it out he held onto it and folded it

he hit the inner of your thighs, earning him a loud pitched moan, a sharp sting ran through your entire body like electricity

lash after lash, your thighs were bright red and your pussy was throbbing

"please.. leon sniff hurts.. s'much..." oh, how pretty your tear stained face looked, your eyes sparkling, lips quivering and legs trembling

"aww is my adorable little pup crying? hm? keep crying cus you look fucking sexy" he teases you while continously hitting your thighs, his hits became more and more strong with every pathetic noise you made

"ow !! leon please!" you whine, your grip on your thighs slowly weakened and you accidentally let go "didn't I say to hold your fucking legs? y'cant even follow simple fucking orders, stupid little boy"

you let out tiny sniffles "leon.. n'more please.. wanna feel you inside me.. please" you whined and closed your legs

"you wanna get fucked? alright slut, spread em" his voice sounded domineering, everything about him was

you obediently, but slowly opened up, the pain from his belt still stuck to your skin, ruining your pretty skin with red marks

"t-thank you.. sir.." you weakly smile at him, your fingers spread your wet folds as well, he lined up his cock and trusted it deep in you

although the feeling of being full again felt good, something felt wrong, he was.. smaller..? what? it felt less thicker and it was cold

your eyes widen at the realization that the dick inside you was the dildo you had used earlier, before you could reach it, he forcefully shoved it in deeper and began fucking you with it

"you wanted to be fucked right? take it like a good slut" you could hear the anger in his tone, you've never seen him like this before, did something happen at work? if so how bad was it?

"you deserve this... you knew you weren't supposed to touch yourself when I'm away.. but you did anyways" he pushes the toy alll the way in and kept it there, he watched as you try to grab him, it was just too cute, he couldn't help it

"fuck.." he quickly pulls the toy out and tosses it somewhere behind him, he takes his dick out and pushes it inside you quiet aggressively

"oohh shiiiitt.. you're so fucking hot" he leans his head back before moving, he went slow, having enough mercy to let you adjust to his size,

leon leans down and presses both your foreheads together "hey... tell me.. if it gets too much okay? he wipes your tears with his thumbs "I don't wanna hurt you.. " he takes yours and interlocks your fingers then plants multiple kisses the back of it "I love you and I wouldn't be doing any of this if you weren't into it"

he reassures you, he always does, never wants to make you uncomfortable or grossed out or etcetera

"of course" you whisper back, and kissed him

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hmmmm what about dilf!bucky being able to see his new {dancer or stripper!reader} neighbor from his window…

New Neighbors

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Stripper!Reader

Word Count: ~1.5K

A/N: this was sitting in my inbox for so long and I wanted to write it everytime I looked at it, and this is the time I finally did😂 it might feel a little scattered cuz i was just typing away on my phone, but hey, at least it’s something🙈 

Warnings: 18+, hot neighbor, flirting, watching each other through windows, female masturbation, male masturbation (if you squint), lap dance, cheesy dialogues, strip club (forgive me if i got anything wrong, idk how strip clubs works🙈), minors DNI

two weeks ago, you got some new neighbors moving in next door, and by neighbors, you meant the cute little white kitty and a short-haired scruffy man

you have bumped into him a couple of times on your way home, talked to him a few times and maybe flirted a little as well but it was nothing personal or too over the line

he is very charming and attractive to say the least, but all you know is that the cute kitty is named Alpine, and the scruffy man is Bucky, and that he stays up at night

a couple times though, you were mindlessly looking out your bedroom window, and you saw him walking around in his bedroom with nothing but a towel around his waist

you have to admit, his body was very muscular and fit; once in a while, you wish he'd drop the towel by accident, though that has yet to happen

you have caught him watching you a couple times too, they were just some innocent glances, you believed, and even if they weren't, you have stolen some not-so-innocent glances as well, so maybe you can call that even

Alpine actually came to your backyard door a couple times as well, sometimes you just find her sitting elegantly at the step, licking her paw as you walk pass the door; you’d slide open the door and say hi to her, give her fluffy little head and her chin a scratch before she’d get up and catwalk into your house like it’s her own

you don’t mind it though, you actually quite enjoy the company of this little furry friend, blinking her crystal blue eyes and wrapping her tail around your leg when she struts over for a little head-nudge

you play with her for a bit sometimes, feeding her some apples and bananas from time to time and when she feels like it, she’d wander back to her house

but from time to time, you have to bring her back because you have to head out for work, and whenever you bring her back you could always feel yourselves lingering your gaze on him and his on you, perhaps there was a sort of tension between the two of you, maybe it’s some tension that needed a release

and this time when you brought back Alpine to his house was no different

he was wearing his black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, so casual and yet so hot, his biceps were bulging, you could see the veins on his arms, and his chest was so puffed up that the shirt could barely keep him covered, and the sweatpants were an attack on its own, you could almost see the outline of- ugh... you let out a frustrated - sexually frustrated - groan in your head

so, when you returned to your house to get ready for work, you had to spare yourself 20 minutes to take your mind off your hot neighbor

you plopped yourself down onto your bed with your eyes closed, tried not to think about him, but all that’s left in your mind was his hands and those veins on them, and from then on, your imagination just ran wild

you thought about his hand cupping your jaw, sneaking his thumb between your lips and make you suck on it

you thought about his calloused hand running down from your neck, between your tits and sternum, and down your stomach to your pussy

you thought about his thumb gently rubbing against your clit, moving in circles and making you moan and sigh

and you didn’t even how your own hand got to start playing with yourself, doing the things that you wanted him to do to you

the more you rubbed yourself, the more sensitive you got, digging your hips into the mattress as you arched your back

you dipped your fingers lower and lower, brushing your fingertips at your slick-covered entrance, teasing yourself up and down as you imagine it was Bucky instead

you blinked your eyes opened for just a second, realizing your curtain was wide opened but you didn’t have time to care, if he happened to catch you touching yourself to the thought of him, then so be it, you were too focused on the pleasure to care

and of course, when Bucky went into his room to grab one of Alpine’s toy to play with him, he glanced over to your window through his as it has already become a habit in two weeks, and caught the live show

he watched you as you slowly slid your fingers into your pussy, rocking your hips a bit while finger-fucking yourself, and your free hand joined the party to tease your sensitive bud

you gasped and moan as you imagined Bucky was moving inside you, stretching you out and thrusting his girth against your velvety walls, and you swear to god you could almost imagine his throaty grunt

with the combination of the images in your head and masturbation, it didn’t take long for the familiar and pleasurable feeling to build up within your core

you writhed and squirmed in your bed, your thighs tightening and pinched together to hold your own hand in place as you kept plunging your fingers within your fluttering walls until you came with a silent gasp

Bucky watched you as you came, and he didn’t even realize he was palming himself through his sweatpants the whole time, “fuck...” he panted, getting lost in what he just witnessed until Alpine let out a meow at the door for his attention

you collected yourself and caught your breath, shaking your thoughts off before starting to actually get ready for work

~

and tonight was a normal night at strip club, you saw a couple of regulars, who are your neighbors that live down the street, and they just sat at the front stage, watching Cady on the pole while drinking their beers and eating their burgers, just like the always

but then you spotted a familiar figure, drinking a beer at one of the tables, and he looked a lot like Bucky, and you were almost 85% sure

“he's cute, right?" your coworker/friend, Holly, approached you, “he was here yesterday and he only ordered a couple beers for the night, and he barely glanced at any of us..”

you didn't work last night, so this was all news to you, “I think that's my new neighbor next door...” you answered, and you heard a gasp right next to you ear

“Luckyyy... and awwww you two would look so cute together!!! Are you gonna give him a lap dance?" she teased

“you out of all of us here should know that we can't just give out free lap dances, you are the manager...” you rolled your eyes, not that you don’t want to, but y’know...

“AND.... because I'm the manager, I can do this...” she said before leaning down for the broadcasting mic, “And the lucky customer who won a free lap dance on our lucky Tuesday is...” and she signaled the lighting tech to go around the room before pointing at Bucky

and then a round of “Wooooos” and claps and music just started up as Holly pushed you out towards him, you gave her a ‘I couldn’t believe you actually did it’ look before you walked out there, and you had to be professional about it in front of all the other customers

and.... giving Bucky a lap dance might actually be kinda fun 

you swayed your hips in your lingerie as your walked towards him, and he wasn’t expecting to see you here but he met your eyes with a smirk

you walked around his chair with your hand sliding across his chest and shoulders for starter and you ran your hands down his body to his knees before spreading them wider

“hey neighbor...” you smiled coyly while doing a wide squat slowly and seductively, “good night so far?” 

“just got better...” he answered with a subtle excitement in his tone, watching your body and your curves move and dance with enticement and elegance in such close proximity, “and I got half a show earlier, maybe you could finish it?” he asked while you danced and touched him here and there, not shying away at all

you chuckled, biting your lips a little as you turned around, “well, a full show here costs a little extra...” you smirked, hands holding onto the armrests of his chair, bending your knees to sway your hips left and right, before you ‘accidently’ grind on him, just a little bit

and the song ended with you running your fingers up his thigh and to his chin “but maybe I’ll finish your private show later tonight...” you teased with a lingering touch on his chin before you slowly walked away