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mypoisonedvine · 2 years

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👀 Eddie with a hooker. You know you want to

yes I DO want to and I have another one to add in to make it kind of a combo request... also this gets a bit darker as it goes on so watch out!

"Honey, I'm home!"

You'd never done anything like this before; you'd never been offered so much to do it.

You turned to look over your shoulder, not letting go of the pan and spatula. When you did, you saw Edward standing in the doorway, shrugging off his heavy jacket and hanging it up on the rack; you saw the ring on his hand catch the light, and saw that it matched the one he'd given you to wear. He must've just put it on outside the door.

"Hey babe," you greeted him, "dinner's almost ready!"

"Smells delicious," he grinned, approaching you as you stirred the food in the pan. You resisted the urge to jump when he put his hands on your shoulders and leaned in to kiss your cheek. His glasses bumped against your temple and you had to really concentrate on not shrugging him away as he placed another kiss by your jaw.

"Eddie," you giggled coyly, "I'm trying to cook!"

"I just can't help it," he purred, "you're so beautiful. Are you gonna tell me a man can't kiss his own wife?"

Yeah, it was going to take you a while to get used to this. You’d attempted fake relationships before— acting like a girlfriend was half your job, actually, contrary to popular belief that all Johns want is crazy kinks— but this was another level entirely. And you didn’t even know this guy… definitely not a normal first-session request. But, again, when you see the kind of cash he was flashing, you’re not one to question it too much. Including where that money is coming from if he’s living in such a small apartment.

“Oh, I like when you kiss me there,” you sighed, deciding to fall back on some classic girlfriend-experience stuff since it couldn’t be that different. “Do it again, Eddie…”

“Like this?” he taunted gently, sucking harder on the skin right at the nape of your neck, making your back arch itself a bit.

“Yes,” you moaned softly.

He moved his lips down your shoulder, pulling the strap of your dress out of the way to keep following the trail of kisses over your skin. "It's Thursday," he reminded you. "We said we would start tonight…"

"Start…?"

"Start trying," he added, and you gasped a little.

You were already speechless when you realized what he was referring to, but the way his hands rubbed your back and his lips brushed over your cheek as he spoke didn't help either. Maybe it said more about you than him that you felt so dirty and taboo for roleplaying as a husband and wife looking to get pregnant.

"I know you've wanted a baby for so long," he whispered. "I'm sorry I couldn't give one to you sooner, I was just so worried I wouldn't know how to take care of it… but I swear, I'm gonna love our baby so much, you can't even imagine— oh, you'll look so pretty pregnant, sweetie. No one's gonna believe it when they see us together, that I've got a wife as beautiful as you, carrying my child…"

"Ed— wait," you whimpered, overwhelmed by what he was describing. This wasn't part of what you'd discussed beforehand— and it was making a tingly, anxious feeling stir in the pit of your stomach.

"No, I can't wait," he soothed with a smile that peppered kisses up your neck. "I need to get you pregnant tonight, darling— I know it doesn't always take on the first try, but I feel so good about this that I just know it will."

You felt his grip tighten on your arms, just as you thought about trying to get away. You were on the pill, it was all just a fantasy, but it still poked at your primal anxiety, at something you had known for a long time was not for you.

What you couldn't figure out, then, was why you were getting wet.

"Let's go to the bedroom," Edward whispered to you, soothingly brushing his fingers over your shoulders and down your arms to your hands— he took them gently and guided you across the small apartment, your head spinning and your ears ringing.

You felt helpless to him, and that was not exactly uncommon with clients— but it wasn't what you were used to with Eddie. He wasn't that aggressive, or controlling… even if you always sensed he had a bit of a dark side. Really, though, the thing was that you didn't feel physically helpless; but, as you heard the click-clack of your heels while he dragged you to his bedroom, you felt more mentally helpless. You were falling into the role of the submissive, adoring housewife a little too easily.

The gentleness was gone in an instant as he shoved you down onto the bed, climbing onto you in a clammy, clumsy mess that gave away his own nerves.

"Tell me how bad you want this," he demanded, pinning you under his weight.

"Eddie— oh, fuck," you choked, "I— I want this so much, I want your baby… I wanna have your baby—"

"Mhm?" he encouraged you, biting his lip as he looked down at you.

“I wanna be pregnant— get me pregnant tonight, please,” you begged.

He kissed you again, rough and dominant with his tongue shoved deep into your mouth. You hummed, almost in protest, but the sound was muffled and ultimately useless. As he pushed up the bottom of your dress and shoved his pants down hastily, his cock sprung free and pressed against you— he was already so hard, and dripping, and oh god he wasn’t going to put a condom on and you weren’t going to stop him.

“M’gonna knock you up,” he promised as he shoved himself inside you all at once. He gasped, you whined, and he started fucking you right away— no time to adjust, no slow stroke into you, just fast, desperate thrusts as he panted and hovered above your face. “Oh— oh fuck, I’m gonna breed you. That’s what you want?”

You nodded and bit your lip, struggling to stay still— but he held you down, hands wrapping around your wrists and tightening until you yelped quietly. You were going to have bruises in the morning, you could tell already.

“You want a baby?” he continued. “My baby?”

“Y-your baby, I wanna have your baby,” you insisted. He moaned and fucked you even faster— not the love-making you had apparently expected when he started talking about ‘trying.’ This was a lot less romantic, and significantly less sensual, than you thought this was supposed to be. It was rough and hurried and sweaty; you felt like a toy, and you were forced to wonder if this was how he fucked his fleshlight or fist or whatever he used to take the edge off while saving up to pay you to do this. That thought, for whatever reason, made your pussy clench involuntarily around him.

“Oh, fuck,” he grunted, “you want me come? I’m so close…”

You weren’t exactly surprised, he did have that two-pump chump look about him, you’d thought so from the very beginning. What surprised you was how close you were, from so little action. You weren’t actually into this whole breeding thing, were you?

“Take it all,” he ordered, “take all my come, every fucking drop— and say thank you.”

Fuck, okay; this guy was just all over the place. Dominant, yet desperate. Romantic, but ruthless. You really didn’t know what to think… although, right now you conveniently couldn’t think of anything at all. He was literally fucking you stupid. “P-please, come in me, Eddie,” you gasped, “I’m yours— make me yours, baby—”

“Fuck!” he shouted, and all at once you felt that heat start to fill you as he pressed his hips up right to yours; he buried himself so deep in you that it nearly hurt, and even though he’d basically stopped moving, somehow at that very moment you came.

Shutting your eyes tight, and felt your whole body tense up and relax in random waves, slickness starting to leak out around him even though you knew his come wasn’t going anywhere until he pulled out. He breathed heavily into the crook of your neck, going limp on top of you as each exhale made you even more uncomfortably damp.

“Oh my god,” he groaned, “you… you’re coming…”

You were sort of hoping he wouldn’t notice. Instead, he reached between your bodies and pinched your clit, making you gasp and tighten around him suddenly. You were so sensitive that it almost hurt, but you didn’t even ask him to stop because you figured he wouldn’t anyways.

“Keep going,” he whispered, “keep milking my cock— that’s it, fuck you’re so good…”

He pinched your clit harder until you cried out, and you felt him smile against your cheek.

"What do you say?" he prompted condescendingly, and it took you a second to remember what he meant.

"Thank you," you breathed, and just when you thought you'd done what he wanted enough to get out of here soon, he held you tight and rolled onto his back so you were on top of him.

He was still inside you; he was still hard. And from the way he looked up at you through those glasses (that were just starting to get clear again after fogging up pretty badly), you could tell he still wanted more from you. "Take your dress off," he insisted, and you heard him purr slightly as you lifted the dress up over your head. You felt his hands run up your thighs, over your waist, grabbing greedy handfuls of your tits until you noticed his cock flex inside you. "So fuckin' pretty," he cooed, "my pretty wife."

"Mhm," you answered half-heartedly as you tossed the dress aside— he pulled you down quickly into a sloppy, slow-ish kiss, running his hands up your back and back down again until his hands were holding your ass.

But he wasn't just copping a feel, he was starting to guide you until you rocked slowly on top of him, the friction awakening some soreness inside you. "Mm," he hummed contentedly just before he broke the kiss, looking up at you with a slightly-mischievous smile. "One load isn't enough for you, is it?"

He taunted you as if this was what you wanted and not his fantasy. You were a little insulted, almost enough to break the illusion and call him out for keeping you past when he was supposed to since he already came.

"I'll give you more, baby," he promised, "I'll make sure you're pregnant tonight— but you're gonna have to work for it."

Just when you thought about disobeying him, his grip on your hips tightened painfully, and you whimpered under your breath. He was stronger than you, you were in his apartment... and he'd already paid. You weren't sure if he was really dangerous— in most ways, he seemed like the most harmless guy you'd ever worked with, but you were a little too smart to believe that was actually true. Still, you figured you were safest doing what he said for the time being.

He watched you start to really ride him, his smile falling into a look of silent awe as you moved your hips on top of him. You wouldn't have stayed if you had known he was going to keep you here all night; you wouldn't have ever come here if you knew he'd been stalking you for weeks beforehand.

But you couldn't have known that then. Maybe, if you'd been paying close attention, you could've figured out that he wasn't planning to let you leave any time soon. But you were never very good at solving puzzles... good thing he was going to be there to do them all for you from now on.

#j.d.'s 15k celebration #edward naston x reader #the riddler x reader #edward nashton smut #soft!dark edward nashton

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mypoisonedvine · 2 years

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can we get more dark batman smut 😮‍💨

yes you can my good sir/madam/gentleperson!

"I said I didn't wanna see you out on the street again," the painfully-familiar deep voice rang out from behind you. You spun on your heel, nearly dropping the bag you'd just been stuffing with bricks of cash.

"Right, I remember that," you chuckled nervously. "Well, I said I didn't wanna pay for my surgery and, whaddaya know, they said I had to, so..."

You shrugged, struggling to act nonchalant as the massive, dark figure loomed before you.

"Can't always get what you want," you finished, but just as you reached for another stack of hundreds, a gloved hand grabbed painfully tight onto your wrist.

"You're not paying for surgery with this," he informed you sternly. "You're cleaning it through half a dozen shell corporations, and feeding it right back into the mob."

You swallowed thickly. "Okay, you know your stuff," you admitted, "guess you're not just muscle..."

"I told you what would happen if I saw you doing this again," he grumbled, "do you remember?"

It was sort of burned into your mind, since he said it while he had you pressed up against a brick wall, blue eyes piercing through you from behind the mask and the makeup. I'll make you regret it, he had told you. All you did was nod at him then, and you nodded again now; and suddenly he was on top of you, bending you over the table and trapping you with his strength. He kicked your legs apart as you struggled, pressing his weight onto your back until you could hardly breathe.

"I told you what I'd do, and you're still here," he explained. "That means you want it."

But you hadn't known he meant this, in fact you hadn't known what he meant at all until that exact moment that he pressed his hips against your ass and you could feel something hard— with a thick armored suit covered in tools and weapons, that could be anything, but your stomach sank and you gasped shallowly because somehow you knew.

"Wait," you pleaded hoarsely, "stop, don't—"

"You want this," he insisted again, grabbing the back of your head to shove your face down against the table. His other hand moved lower and started tearing your pants down as tears gathered in your eyes.

"Please," you whimpered, "I'm sorry— you won't see me again, really, I swear— I'm gonna clean my act up, get on the straight and narrow, you'll see—"

He shut you up with a harsh spank to your bare ass, making you whine from equal parts pain and fear. "Too late for that," he explained, and you heard him messing with his clothes until, apparently, he'd done enough to free his cock. It was hard and hot against the back of your thigh, and he groaned slightly as he rocked his hips to rub it on your skin.

"Fuck," you whimpered, "oh god, this isn't happening..."

"This is what you wanted," he insisted one more time, voice a little softer now, before he shoved himself inside you in one go.

It stung, it felt like he was tearing you open, and you cried helplessly with no one to hear you but him... maybe that was why he waited until you were in the vault to corner you. So no one would hear you scream.

"Tight," he mumbled, partially to himself, as he held you still at your hips and started to fuck you.

You had no choice but to give in now, and yet it was hard to do when pain made your toes curl in your boots. He started to fuck you faster already, a sickening wet sound echoing in the small room; you whimpered pathetically, clenching your fists so tight that your palm would probably bear marks in the shape of your nails.

"You should've listened," he scolded, leaning down to speak right in your ear. "You should've turned yourself in instead of getting right back to stealing from the people of Gotham— jail might be the only place you're safe from me."

You wouldn't be safe from him anywhere anymore, not with this burned into your mind— not with the threat that he could be around any corner, ready to put you in your place again.

"Just be good and this won't take too long," he bargained. "Do what you're told, and I won't hurt you more than I have to."

Shamefully, you nodded. You felt his hot breath against your neck and, ironically, it made you shiver.

He whispered his first of what was sure to be many instructions: "Admit it... admit that you wanted this."

#dark!battinson x reader #j.d.'s 15k celebration #dark!battinson smut #battinson noncon

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mypoisonedvine · 2 years

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perhaps stockings + sugar daddy!Falcone? or hell, some Falcone exhibitionism guest starring Oz? I'm open for whatever floats your boat

yes yes yes you're speaking my language rn, AND I got an oz request that kinda overlaps with this so I'm gonna combine them and make sugar daddy carmine x switchy reader x subby, humiliated oz... this is gonna get interesting folks

"Oh, honey, you're too good to me," Carmine purred as you stepped out of the dressing room, giving him a twirl to show off the short silk dress that left oh-so-little to the imagination.

"I'm too good to you?" you repeated with a giggle, hopping into his lap as he relaxed on the leather couch. "I only look so good because you pick everything out for me."

"Nah, nah," he denied, running his fingers up your legs slowly, "you look good in everything. Though, I'll admit, your looks with my impeccable taste? It's a good combo."

Carmine turned to look at Oz, sitting on the nearby couch, seemingly a little conflicted on where he was supposed to be looking right now.

"Don't you agree, Ozzy?" Carmine prompted his partner.

"Uh huh," Oz cleared his throat. "Yeah, it's a nice dress, she looks good."

"You think so?" you encouraged him coyly.

"Yeah," Oz replied, a little more confident now, "you're gorgeous, honey. Way too gorgeous to be with this old creep."

You smiled, biting your lip, and Carmine chuckled as he pulled you down into his lap further. "Yeah, what are ya doin' with an old man like me, huh?" he asked you teasingly, moving his hands just a little higher up your thighs.

"You're not old," you insisted. "You don't look old... and you still have plenty of, um, stamina."

"That I do," Carmine agreed with a crooked smirk, suddenly grabbing your ass under your dress; you gasped, and you heard a strained noise from Oz on the other end of the couch. "Oh, right," Carmine chuckled, "I almost forgot... Ozzy here was tellin' me before about how he has a little fetish for stockings."

You knew there was some ulterior motive to Carmine asking you to wear thigh-high stockings under your dress... and grabbing your ass had apparently given Mr. Cobblepot a good view of where the lacy hem of those stockings wrapped around your thighs.

"I never notice them, to be honest," Carmine continued, "but I figured they'd look good on you... whaddaya think, Oz, am I onto something here?"

Oswald nodded awkwardly, and you laughed. "Don't be so mean to him, daddy," you scolded Carmine gently, "you know it's rude to show off, make him want what he can't have."

"Rude? No no no, not at all," Carmine denied, "I'm bein' generous, actually... you know I don't like to let anybody look at you..."

That was a bald-faced lie; Carmine loved everyone getting an eyeful of his girl, knowing full well they would lose any appendage they tried to touch you with. Oz was a little different, though... Carmine really trusted him, but he liked to play around with him, too. And ever since he found out that Oz had some extracurricular feelings for you, he'd been dangling you in front of him at nearly every opportunity.

"But he's an old friend, and I figure he could use some new spank bank material, eh?" Carmine grinned, lifting your dress again to expose the stockings and your lacy thong once again. "And oh, baby, what a sight this is. These stockings are nice, but I gotta say, I think I like the panties better. Maybe just cause I know they're getting wet already..."

You smiled and rocked your hips on top of Carmine's grinding on his cock through his suit pants. "You really think he's gonna jerk off to this?" you asked quietly, though not nearly quiet enough for Oz not to hear you.

"I'd be surprised if he can wait until he's alone," Carmine replied with a purr.

You grinned and gave Carmine a long, needy kiss as you started to grind down harder onto him, feeling him stiffen under you as you smiled proudly.

"Aw, baby," he groaned as you reached to his fly and started opening it. "You're not gonna wait 'til we're alone either? Guess I'm the only one here who's got any patience."

Another lie. When he wanted you, he wanted you now. He wasn't patient at all, at least in these matters. "Daddy," you whimpered as you pulled his hard cock from his pants, stroking it slowly. "You're gonna let me ride you, right?"

"If you ask nicely," he promised.

"Please," you pouted, "please please, daddy, m'gonna be good, do it just how you like..."

"Go on, baby," he offered, and you grinned happily as you sat up just enough to pull your panties aside and slide down slowly onto his length. You both moaned at the feeling, and you heard a small noise from Oz; turning to look at him, you saw the massive tent in his pants shift as his cock flexed involuntarily. You smiled at him, half sweet and half demeaning, and he choked on a whine. "Fuck, what a tight little hole," Carmine praised, mostly for Oz's benefit (or detriment) rather than his own.

"You're so big, daddy," you returned, clutching his shoulders tight as he reached up to slip your dress' straps down and expose your chest. He leaned forward to suck on one of your hardening nipples, and you moaned much louder than you meant to. "Mm, fuck," you sighed, "that feels good."

He hummed happily against your skin, switching to the other nipple for a while, and starting to grab your waist tighter as you bounced up and down in his lap.

"Oh fuck," you gasped, tossing your head back and riding Carmine faster. When you heard another sound from Oz, a sort of wavering groan, you looked over and saw something you didn't expect.

For comparison, you expected to see him with his cock in his hand, jerking off to the sight of you riding his boss (and, well, he was your boss, too). Instead, you saw his cock still in his pants, but a wet stain starting to spread beside that bulge as a red flush tainted his scarred cheeks.

"Oh," you gasped, and Carmine looked over as his face turned into a wide grin.

"Oh, Ozzy," Carmine laughed mockingly, "did you make a mess on yourself? My girl got you that worked up just by wearing some lacy stockings."

"It's, uh... been a while," Oz half-heartedly defended himself.

"Poor thing," you cooed. "I didn't mean to get you that excited."

"Honey, you can't help that," Carmine absolved you, "you're just so gorgeous, guys are busting in their boxers over you all the time."

"Daddyyyy," you whined bashfully, burying your face in Carmine's shoulder.

"Don't slow down baby," he encouraged you as he guided your hips to keep moving. "Unlike our friend here, I'm gonna need a while longer to come-- and I've been waiting all day to fill up that sweet little pussy of yours..."

#j.d.'s 15k celebration #carmine falcone x reader #carmine falcone smut

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mypoisonedvine · 2 years

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j.d.!!!! congrats on 15k!!! that's an awesome milestone. i have been hanging out around here since hml (which honestly, changed my life). because of you, i read characters that i've never even met before just because i know the fic is going to be wonderful because you wrote it.

i spend most of my time on this site as an oscar isaac simp so i am here to say that i think you'd write any of the moon knight alters very well.

i also came around a while ago speaking the praises of ex machina's nathan batemen. and i'm here to say [re: request] that nathan bateman has a (something) understanding of the boundaries of the people living in his house. he likes to touch, especially in instances where its hard (or not possible) for the other party to say 'no'. and i think he also uses his cameras to spy on his guests (and especially the guests he finds attractive).

^^ that can be a request or a part you ignore if it doesn't spark your fancy. again, congrats! i'm excited to be hanging around for a long while longer.

oh yes, oh yes yes yes, this is a great request and nathan bateman is the oscar isaac character I understand the best so I'm happy to take a crack at this creep! somehow I just needed to write somno with him...

(and thank you for the kind words, I can't respond fully because you're so sweet and I will fully cry if I really get into it, but, THANK YOU you're amazing)

Leaning back with a sigh, Nathan settled into his chair with the glass of wine resting in his hand. Watching you sleep on the camera feeds was his new nighttime routine, though he couldn't explain exactly why; well, maybe he could, if he tried.

But he wasn't really interested in wondering if it was wrong to watch you on the cameras, or to get you tipsy on wine and get touchy while you were too out of it to really notice, or to install a new camera in your shower and jerk off to the pictures of your naked body dripping with water.

He also didn't really feel like questioning himself as he drugged your dinner, planning to finally feel you on the inside now that he'd gotten a few tastes of the outside.

"How do you like the carbonara?" he asked you after you'd taken a few bites.

"It's great-- did you make this?" you noticed, and he smiled proudly.

"You're pretty observant," he chuckled. "Yeah, I did, hopefully it's edible."

"Yeah!" you assured. "You're a good cook. Do you make Italian a lot?"

"I attempt to," he shrugged, "but I also try not to go too heavy on the carbs. Of course, I'll cheat for a special occasion..."

"Is my being here a special occasion?" you asked coyly, and he nodded as you smiled. "I figured the shine would've worn off after three weeks."

"It never does," he promised. "You're great company."

You were already blinking slower and longer; he fought back a smile. "Maybe not," you disagreed, "I'm a little tired... I might be a party pooper tonight."

"Nothing wrong with turning in early," he soothed, "but I hope you'll stay awake for the rest of dinner."

"Yeah, I hope so too," you breathed, taking another bite, likely to try to get your energy up. But, of course, it was no help at all, and he caught you getting more and more dazed as the meal went along.

He was in the middle of talking to you about some computing concept when you suddenly tried to stand up. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"I think I need to lie down," you mumbled, but you sat back down in the chair after only standing for a couple seconds. "I'm dizzy..."

"Hey, shh," he cooed as he got out of his chair and moved around the table, standing next to where you sat.

"Nathan, I..." you sighed, trailing off as you slumped back in your chair limply. Your eyes were shut, your breathing was slow and steady; he checked your pulse, then gave you a few light slaps to the cheek to make sure you were out.

"Okay," Nathan breathed as he scooped you up into his arms and dragged your body to the couch, "come on, let's lay you down."

He set you on the cushions with a sigh and returned to the table to get his drink before sitting next to where your head laid on the couch. For a few minutes, he just enjoyed the silence.

"You're gonna be asleep for a few hours," he informed you suddenly. "You won't remember anything when you wake up... I'll just tell you you had too much to drink."

He let out a contented exhale as he started to pull up your shirt, his shorts already getting tighter as he exposed your tits to his gaze. He kept his drink in one hand as he took turns groping your breasts with the other, pinching your nipples slightly to watch them harden. Next, he moved his hand lower, over your stomach and down into your shorts; he hummed to himself at the feeling of your slick folds, warm and silky, and your clit which already felt a little swollen. He couldn't wait to see how much more sensitive it got while your body was pliant and helpless to him.

Getting up, finally, he set his drink on the coffee table and pulled your shorts and underwear down completely, tossing them aside; but your shirt was too much work to maneuver off of an unconscious body so he just left it pushed up. He lifted and spread your legs, sitting down between them, and purring at the sight of your exposed pussy. "You've got a pretty hole," he noticed with a little smile, rubbing his fingers over you slowly. Finding you not quite wet enough yet, he went ahead and moved his hand out of the way to spit right on your cunt, before spreading it with his fingers and slipping two inside you.

He hummed at the feeling of your warmth, impressed by how tight you were and the perfect friction of your walls. He knew already how good you would feel around his cock, and so he pulled his fingers out to lift his hips and push his own shorts and boxers down. Stroking himself until he was fully hard, he stared at your sleeping form and took a deep breath in and out.

"I waited too long to do this," he decided as he sat up on the couch, turning to face you and pulling you closer by your hips. Rubbing your pussy with his fingers one more time to make sure you were ready, he groaned quietly as he grabbed his cock and leaned down to push himself inside you.

He shut his eyes tightly right as he filled you to the brim, nearly overwhelmed at the heat around him; he couldn't help but thrust right away, not too fast yet but as deep as he could go. He could tell he was reaching the end of you, because he had to really force the last inch in. He was probably hitting your cervix, and considering how he picked up his pace suddenly, he was hitting it pretty hard... poor thing, you'd be screaming bloody murder if you could feel this right now. You'll probably feel it in the morning... maybe a little injected painkiller will keep you from asking questions he doesn't want to answer tomorrow.

"Baby," he breathed as he fucked you faster, keeping himself upright with one hand and getting back to feeling your tits with the other.

It felt good to fuck you, but it felt even better to own you, right now. Your body was his to use until you woke up, and since he had a few hours, he planned to use you over and over again while he could. You'd be getting more than a few loads before the night was through, he could tell already.

The first one came quicker than expected, but after weeks of watching you and pushing the boundaries slowly, he was pretty on-edge; he pulled out and stroked himself as fast as he could until he came a few seconds later, panting as his come painted your stomach and chest in impressively-far-reaching stripes.

"Yeah, fuck," he praised you as he covered you in his seed, only to shove his dick right back in you again afterwards. That was just the effect you had on him, apparently. "Gonna come inside this time," he promised. "Don't worry, we'll wash it all out before you wake up... well, most of it, at least."

#j.d.'s 15k celebration #nathan bateman x reader #dark!nathan bateman x reader #this is so filthy lmao #oops

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mypoisonedvine · 2 years

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A follow up to Prestigious Position please 🥺🙏

(here's the original for reference!)

"Come over here, кошеня," your Baron instructed with a smirk, curling his finger to beckon you into his bed.

You still felt strange about all this, but you knew better than to disobey; you set your duster and rag down and climbed onto the bed, letting him pull your head down onto his bare chest so you'd lay with him.

He hummed contently as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you so tight it felt more threatening than comforting. "You're such a sweet little thing," he cooed.

"I-I really should get back to cleaning soon," you mumbled.

"No, you don't need to do that," he shrugged, because he didn't care at all that you were literally the maid and that was literally your job. "You just need to stay here with me, keep me happy, yes?"

You nodded, relenting, because it was easier than arguing. There wouldn't be an argument, anyways, just a reminder that this was his house and he owned everything in it-- even you. Especially you.

That said, you weren't in any place to complain, not when he was so generous with pleasure and so doting on you. He could've been much crueler if he wanted, instead he liked to cuddle you (case in point) and kiss you and call you Sokovian pet names.

"What should I do to keep you happy?" you asked, even though that question had a few predictable answers. He chuckled softly as he pushed the silken quilt down and opened his robe, showing you his hard cock. You were still getting used to the sight of it...

"You should open your mouth," he whispered, and you sighed before you moved down to take his erection between your lips. He'd taught you just how he liked this, and you could tell your practice had been paying off by the way he moaned aloud as soon as you suckled gently on his tip and swirled your tongue around it. "Блять, such a sweet tongue," he cooed, "just like that..."

He pushed your head to take him deeper, and moved his hips up slightly, until within a few minutes he was shamelessly fucking your face.

"Ah, yes," he panted, "you've learned so well... you can take it all the way into your throat, yes? I think you can, you're doing so well."

It wasn't a matter of can, really; he'd shown you that he could force it, one way or another. You'd gotten better at not choking too much, which didn't bother him either way but made it a little easier for you.

"Can you believe how innocent you used to be?" he recalled breathlessly. "Just a dumb, naïve little girl who didn't even know how to touch her own pussy? Now you get wet when I fuck your mouth."

You weren't sure why it was true, but it was; you whimpered around the thick cock in your mouth, making him moan louder.

"You can make me very happy," he promised, "if you swallow everything I give you. You're going to swallow it all, yes? You won't let it go to waste?"

You couldn't shake your head, so you just hummed your answer and he moaned again.

"Very good," he praised roughly, "and then you can get back to cleaning, alright? And no washing your mouth out until the house is spotless... we can't have you forgetting your place."

#j.d.'s 15k celebration #helmut zemo x reader #baron zemo x reader

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mypoisonedvine · 2 years

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edward nashton hires a prostitute and has a breeding kink

dark!batman punishes a criminal

eli sunday (there will be blood) has some sinful thoughts about a member of his 'flock'

carmine falcone and the reader team up to tease oz/the penguin

sequel to prestigious position

nathan bateman (ex machina) drugs the reader

peter parker has free use and somnophilia kinks

#i know it's not a ton but some of them were over 1k lol #j.d.'s 15k celebration

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mypoisonedvine · 2 years

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it's still a small way to celebrate a big milestone, but I wanted to do something with you guys!

➤ 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬

I'm taking drabble requests for any characters on my masterlist-- please be understanding that I won't be able to do every request, but that I will try my best!

➤ 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

feel free to send emojis/numbers from the ask games I just reblogged and I will answer whatever questions you have!

➤ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭

just stop by and say hello c: I haven't been super active lately and I wanna hear about what you've been up to, what new fandoms and characters you're into, all that good stuff!

I'm looking forward to hanging out with you guys and I'll let you guys know when I'm clocking out for the night. thank you all for your support for the past two and a half years and have a great weekend!

#j.d.'s 15k celebration #requests are open!!! go crazy go stupid!

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mypoisonedvine · 2 years

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Congrats on your milestone!! You are MORE than deserving! 💖 How are HML!Bucky and reader doing? How is he doing in the process of trying to atone for his crimes? Does the change in their relationship dynamic change as a result? Does that ever drive a wedge between him and reader now that they’re dating and so close? Does he ever get jealous whether it be of her clients or gazes from strangers in public, etc?

I think abt this series on the daily, it’s so good and so wonderfully written from both perspectives, not to mention hot as FUCK. Even if you don’t wanna answer I just want you to know your writing is amazing and compelling and I’m so happy for you and that I came across your work 🥰🥰

these are great questions! heavy metal lover is long since behind me so this isn't, like, 'canon' or whatever but I do have some ideas about what's become of mistress and her good boy bucky!

so, in my mind, he's been getting some less sexual therapy (lol) and working through his trauma, he still benefits a lot from sessions with you but the dynamic is way softer... he needs gentle guidance, not much pain. and he loves loves loves being praised as always. you bring him to tears often but not with punishment, just with unconditional love.

he's pretty good about not being jealous of your work, but he does get stressed out sometimes, and even has a few episodes where all his trauma and guilt makes him think that you're going to leave him and the fact that so many men pay to be with you makes him feel like that threat of you leaving is just around the corner. but you always reassure him and he never makes you feel bad about what you do. over time you choose to tighten your client boundaries and like 90% of your work is technically legal since there's no explicitly sexual contact.

of course, everything changes when you find out you're pregnant. bucky figures it out instantly, maybe it's like super soldier instinct or something or maybe it was a lucky guess, but one day you're like "huh i have a bit of a headache and my boobs are sore?" he's like "oh my god babe you're pregnant" and you don't believe it until three pee sticks confirm his suspicions lmao

he's ecstatic, from the beginning; you're overwhelmed but definitely happy and excited for what's to come. you know you could make bank as a pregnant dominatrix (that's a very specific fetish for which people would pay damn good money) but you feel weird 'using' your baby like that so you instantly retire and he starts taking care of you full time.

he's obsessive, he won't let you lift a finger, he seriously seems to think if you do anything for yourself while pregnant you'll explode. he also proposes to you immediately after finding out you're pregnant, which you kinda dislike since you assume he's doing it because you're pregnant, but he proves he's wanted this for ages when he shows you the ring he bought months ago... he was just waiting for the right time. you get engaged but you don't wear the ring as much as he'd like because you're afraid your fingers will get swollen and it'll get stuck lol

so, to answer your question, reader and bucky are doing great <3 I'm so glad you enjoyed the series and I hope you liked this little glimpse into their life after the last chapter!

#tw pregnancy #j.d.'s 15k celebration #heavy metal lover update!!

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